Ar-Ab - Playing Ball lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Aye look, go and get ya motha f**in' scale and bag after this [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm on that backblock, I'm trynna get it all It's money out chea, I'm trynna get it all My n***a got that neck, I tell 'em send it off Twenty a the joint? Ok we playing ball [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Heater in my tire, crack up in my draws Watching out for Shamrock?, he trynna get us all They want cases up, they trynna send us off Head me upstate, working all up out the yard Taskforce Tuesday, watch out where the cars at Tell my youngin watch out for the molly, booze, and [?] Taskforce swinging through the jungle like they Tarzan Slowing down, staring at me like they see the market I pulled out the stack pack trynna bring a stack back Break it down, headed up, run through it like a [?] Flip it once, flip it twice, then put it where my stash at Tipee say he got a lick and I say where the cash at And I'mma bring my ladder out of storage, where my men at He say he got twenty keys and we gonna go and grab that Interception, that's a touchdown We was f**ed up, but we up now [Hook] 2x [Verse 2: AR-AB] They say money make the world spin I'm at the Louis store, spending like a whirlwind Put ya AR crying about a girlfriend I'd rather get the Pyrex and drop girl in I get straight to the p**y, no foreplay I was sitting in jail for a short stay Let a n***a show up on court day I'mma show 'em the moon in broad day AK, street sweep, no dustpan Cut grams, play the corner like the cut man I left school and used to hang in the hooky house I dropped powder in water and pulled a cookie out Big money, gotta account for three days White girl, I make her drop like D. Wade Purp wind, Sour D or the P Haze I had a girl telling me I got three legs [Hook] 2x [Verse 3: Shizz Nitty] The way we got them pies in, nothing with this grinding Take it to the kitchen, find a flame and get to frying Grab the sixty-two, got a point they grip the nine Scratch my head, look at my man like yo we grinding Used to play the crib, now we block it like a line Raised from the street where them coppers wait in line My boys ain't doing great, but they doing kinda fine They [?] or they ain't, never stuck up in the line man Heard about them n***as, how they sing like Frankie Lineman Crying like my b**hes, used to nickel now I dime sh** n***as want me fail like the prison system jail When we vision all whipping all till I'm in a cell I got n***as pushing Ls, cause a n***a took an L On the pill, hope he win, come home bringing hell Get the orders from the kitchen then I sit it on the scale Break it down, take the orders, then we send it like it's mail [Hook] 2x