Top Songs By L.A. Leakers
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
L.A. Leakers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Todd Collins
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Jason Moreno
Songwriter
John Wesley Groover
Songwriter
Justin Davidson
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Paul D. Salva Jr
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, do you?
They don't know what it takes to ball like this, do they?
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, do you?
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, like this
[Verse 2]
We turned up in here with all the girls in the VIP
We got money on us, money on us
We 'bout to order up them bottles
Order up, we gon' order up them bottles
Got girls on girls in girls
[Verse 3]
European, my wardrobe
Done flooded out my AP
Mike Jordans on red bottoms
Got red bottoms on, Balenciaga
All the girls that roll with me
They either R&B or thot models
I'm in the major league, like the NBA
I'm in the new car and I ain't tryna race
[Verse 4]
It's a new Porsche
New Rovers
New Phantoms
And we make movies, no cameras
Private parties, you on the guest list
I'm sippin' on that Ace of Spades
I'm drankin' on Good Texas
[Verse 5]
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, do you?
They don't know what it takes to ball like this, do they?
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, do you?
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, like this
[Verse 6]
We turned up in here with all the girls in the VIP
We got money on us, money on us
We 'bout to order up them bottles
Hold up, we gon' order up them bottles
Got girls on girls on girls
[Verse 7]
Order up, gettin' contraband across the border
Bad bitch look like I import her
Treat my dick like a recorder
I had to stop tellin' ****
Where I get my clothes
Had to tell 'em if you dab
Then don't let it out your nose
[Verse 8]
I love her, I fuck her
You cuff her, you love her
You fuck, but don't trust her
She running for cover
She fucking for bucks
But you busting a nut for her
Shame, Keenan Ivory Wayans
Call you from a flight
I'm gettin' service on the plane
Young Khalifa
[Verse 9]
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, do you?
They don't know what it takes to ball like this, do they?
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, do you?
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, like this
[Verse 10]
We turned up in here with all the girls in the VIP
We got money on us, money on us
We 'bout to order up them bottles
We gon' order up them bottles
Got girls on girls on girls
[Verse 11]
You don't know what it's like
Sippin' champagne every night
No, ain't no celebration
On the road every night
No, we ain't on vacation
Man, this duffle bag is my life
'Bout to smoke out this ho
Tell me, where the fuck is my light?
[Verse 12]
Nah, we ain't talking no hype
This everything it look like
Been throwing money like rice
Throwing like it's too Jerry Rice
Said, Rollies tell me where the time go
Champagne, Patron, that's my combo
Living in the club like it's my condo
Walk in shoes you ain't never gon' find, so go
[Verse 13]
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, do you?
They don't know what it takes to ball like this, do they?
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, do you?
You don't know what it takes to ball like this, like this
[Verse 14]
We turned up in here with all the girls in the VIP
We got money on us, money on us
We 'bout to order up them bottles
Order up, we gon' order up them bottles
Got girls on girls on girls
Written by: Brian Todd Collins, Cameron Thomaz, Jason Moreno, John Wesley Groover, Justin Davidson, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman, Michael Ray Cox Jr., Nayvadius Wilburn, Paul D. Salva Jr