BJ the Chicago Kid and Rick Ross - Playa's Ball

How y'all feelin' tonight?
I said, how y'all feelin' tonight? (Alright)
Well ladies if you in the buildin'
And you sexy and you got that feel
Let me hear you say, "Yeah" (yeah)
Say, "Yeah" (yeah)
And all my dogs in the buildin', playas if you hustlin'
Hustlers are just tryna make that cash
Say, "hell yeah" (hell yeah)
Say, "hell yeah" (hell yeah)

Oh, baby (baby)
I been chillin' right here all night long (woo-ooh)
It's just crazy that the baddest woman came along (and girl)
I bet you could change the weather
Better yet, my life
If you hold me baby (hold me baby)

Sweeter than honey (honey)
You can have it all even my money, yeah (even my money baby)
Got all my dogs laughin' 'cause it's funny
I'm such a fool for you
Yeah all of this and I don't even know her name

(Boom, tch, ka, tch, b-boom, boom, ka, boom)
(Boom, tch, ka, tch, b-boom, boom, ka, boom)
(Boom, tch, ka, tch, b-boom, boom, ka, boom)
(Boom, boom)

I see it makes you smile when I call you baby (baby)
I hope I can see that smile every day (ooh-ooh)
And I walked over here because they asked, "Who?" (Girl)
And I said, "You"
Yeah all of this and I don't even know your name (your name)
I guess that's what I'll call you just for now (just for now)
And baby 'fore you leave please take a bow (and girl)
Yes, you, oh
As I walk you out, baby, can I know your name?

Time is of the essence, diamonds in your presence
Want you to myself, would you consider that is selfish?
Okay, well then cool
That's just been the mood
You know that certain feelin' when they drop you off at school
You loco with your homies, cyphers in the hall
Your first nickel bag, you be caught up in the fall
Jordans on the park, roaders wanna rob
Hoes wanna link up, but your cellphone need a charge
How do we connect other than the internet?
She brought her homie with her, how she know I'm into that?
That's such a perfect guest, this a hustler's tournament
The road to the riches, bitches ain't no turnin' back (ow)
Maybach Music
The biggest boss, Young Renzel
BJ The Chicago Kid
(Yeah) AKA The Windy City
Bitch better catch this breeze
M-I-Yayo, cocaine cowboy
Young Renzel, AKA the biggest boss

Written by:
Andre Christopher Lyon, Bryan James Sledge, Henry Lee Batts, Kenton Nix, Marcello Valenzano, Rayshon Lamont Cobbs, William Roberts

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing

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