Ball Wit Me
Trina Lyrics


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Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few
Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy

It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Spittin game to a stallion
Sippin' on half a gallon
Ice medallion, iceburg Italian
Handlin' knots in the gamblin' spots
Gettin' loose with a twenty pack handlin' blocks
Hit a nigga in the head with the stainless steel
Slaning packs while the Po-po's changin' shifts
Caked up at the bar, nigga let all them hoes
It's the adominal snowman, everything frozen
Gettin' off glass with the Crissy crunk
Got three, four dike bitches pissy drunk
Got them hoes kissin' cunts and twistin' blunts
When them hoes get ghost I don't miss them stunts
Cause I pick up sluts in pickup trucks
Put dick down your throat bitch, hiccup nuts
Bitch what? I'mma give you some play
Out the exotic player clique and that 2-4-K

Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy

It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Uh hoes envy, draped in a coat, fit me
In the Rolls Bentley sittin' on twenties
Hot girl, accent those
Dressed with stones, nigga caress my toes
Hoes wanna test my flows
Bitch let me be
I ain't chose the game ho
The game chose me
But yes froze me, rocks in my rosary
Sippin' Don P, the bar on me
All my girls drink Cris, think this
You a courdoroy ho, I'mma a mink bitch
So go on 'bout your business
Lick nuts, drink dicks
Your old tired ass, still draggin', freak bitch
Who's bad?
So I stay fitted
You wanna test Trina
Come on play with it
I know y'all wanna take my place
Cause I'm cute in the face
Phat in the ass, slim in the waist, uh

Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy

Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

While y'all niggas spittin' the glock
I be ticklin' twat
Triplin' knots to see the villas and yachts
Call all the killas ya got
Bitches I'll clock a kill if I drop
Drink for my cot, cop me a Linc and a drop
Makin' a rock, and same day drill up your block
But on the flip side, why ya hate me?
Cause I'm gettin' head in England
No wedding ring band
Out the XL I creep in the four dot six van
Leave you in the dirt like it's quicksand
You mad cause you never brawl like you a six man
What is you foolish?
Hit you with the metal leave you clueless
Now you on the dash like Stacey
All actin' crazy, cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me
Do me R. Kelly, drink half my babies
Go ahead bitch, indulge, taste it, still hate me

Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy

It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?




You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Trina's song "Ball Wit Me" are all about partying and living life to the fullest. The song starts with a call for the listener to "ball" with Trina, suggesting that they drink some champagne and have a good time. She encourages the listener to drink and party, even offering to buy the bar from 1 to 2 and then from 2 to 4. Throughout the song, Trina discusses the lavish lifestyle she leads, with references to expensive cars, clothing, and jewelry.


Trina also discusses her status as a female rapper in a male-dominated industry. She alludes to facing envy from other women who want to be in her position and men who want to take her place. She asserts her dominance in the game, stating that it chose her rather than the other way around. Trina also flexes her lyrical ability, boasting about her flow and rhymes.


Overall, "Ball Wit Me" is a fun and upbeat song about enjoying the finer things in life and not letting anyone bring you down. Trina's confident attitude and catchy lyrics make this a popular party anthem.


Line by Line Meaning

Ball with me playboy
Join me in having a good time, guy.


What's stoppin' you?
What's holding you back from having a good time with me?


You got a case of Cris
You have a case of Cristal champagne.


You need to pop a few
You should drink some champagne with me.


Look here I'll pop a few
Sure, I'll also drink some with you.


If you pop a few
That is, if you also drink some champagne with me.


Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2
I'll pay for all the drinks at the bar from 1 to 2 o'clock.


Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
In fact, I'll pay for all the drinks from 2 to 4 o'clock.


You know this pimp shit, easy
Partying like a pimp is simple and enjoyable for us.


It's beautiful
It's a wonderful experience.


Roll with me playa
Come hang out with me, man.


Spittin game to a stallion
I'm talking smooth to an attractive woman.


Sippin' on half a gallon
I'm drinking half a gallon of alcohol.


Ice medallion, iceburg Italian
I'm wearing a big, shiny necklace and fashionable Italian clothes.


Handlin' knots in the gamblin' spots
I'm managing my money well at the gambling locations.


Gettin' loose with a twenty pack handlin' blocks
I'm casually handling a 20-pack of drugs while I enjoy myself.


Hit a nigga in the head with the stainless steel
I'll thump someone on the head with my metal gun.


Slaning packs while the Po-po's changin' shifts
I'm selling drugs while the cops are changing shifts.


Caked up at the bar, nigga let all them hoes
I'm well-off at the bar, man. Let's enjoy the women.


It's the adominal snowman, everything frozen
I'm really wealthy, everything's luxurious like I'm some kind of abdominal snowman or Yeti.


Gettin' off glass with the Crissy crunk
I'm high on Cristal champagne, feeling good.


Got three, four dike bitches pissy drunk
I have three or four lesbian women drunk and out of control.


Got them hoes kissin' cunts and twistin' blunts
They're kissing and smoking a lot of marijuana.


When them hoes get ghost I don't miss them stunts
When they leave, I don't miss their nonsense.


Cause I pick up sluts in pickup trucks
I pickup easy women in my pickup truck.


Put dick down your throat bitch, hiccup nuts
I will have sex with you and make you uncomfortable, causing you to hiccup involuntarily.


Bitch what? I'mma give you some play
Come on now, I'm going to hook you up.


Out the exotic player clique and that 2-4-K
I'm with an exclusive group of wealthy and attractive people.


Uh hoes envy, draped in a coat, fit me
Women are jealous of me, wearing a nice coat that fits me.


In the Rolls Bentley sittin' on twenties
I'm in a Rolls Royce or Bentley, sitting on fancy 20-inch rims.


Hot girl, accent those
I'm an attractive woman, my accent is noticeable and sexy.


Dressed with stones, nigga caress my toes
I'm wearing jewelry and I want you to caress my feet.


Hoes wanna test my flows
Other women want to compete with me and match my style and success.


Bitch let me be
Leave me alone, lady.


I ain't chose the game ho
I didn't pick this lifestyle, girl.


The game chose me
This is just how things worked out for me.


But yes froze me, rocks in my rosery
I'm rich and wear expensive jewelry like rosary beads.


Sippin' Don P, the bar on me
I'm drinking Dom Perignon champagne, and I'm paying for everyone at the bar.


All my girls drink Cris, think this
All my female friends drink Cristal champagne like I do.


You a courdoroy ho, I'mma a mink bitch
You're poorly dressed, and I'm wearing a nice mink coat.


So go on 'bout your business
Go do something else, girl.


Lick nuts, drink dicks
Sexual acts that involve pleasure for me and my partner.


Your old tired ass, still draggin', freak bitch
You're old and worn out, but you still try to be sexy and crazy.


Who's bad?
Who's the best, the most badass?


So I stay fitted
I always dress nicely and look good.


You wanna test Trina
You want to challenge me, Trina.


Come on play with it
Let's do it, let's compete.


I know y'all wanna take my place
I understand that you are trying to take my fame and success.


Cause I'm cute in the face
Because I'm pretty.


Phat in the ass, slim in the waist, uh
I have a large butt and small waist, which you find appealing.


While y'all niggas spittin' the glock
While you guys are shooting guns and being violent...


I be ticklin' twat
I'm having fun and pleasuring my partner in bed.


Triplin' knots to see the villas and yachts
Making lots of money to be able to travel and see luxurious things like mansions and yachts.


Call all the killas ya got
Contact all the violent people you know.


Bitches I'll clock a kill if I drop
I'm willing to pay to have someone killed if needed.


Drink for my cot, cop me a Linc and a drop
I'll drink while I party, and I'll also buy a Lincoln car.


Makin' a rock, and same day drill up your block
Creating drugs and selling them, while causing turmoil and destruction in your neighborhood.


But on the flip side, why ya hate me?
But on the other hand, why do you hate me?


Cause I'm gettin' head in England
Because I'm receiving sexual pleasure in England.


No wedding ring band
I'm not married, no ring.


Out the XL I creep in the four dot six van
Out of luxury clothing, I sneak out and into my expensive van.


Leave you in the dirt like it's quicksand
I'll leave you in a bad situation, without help.


You mad cause you never brawl like you a six man
You're jealous because you're not able to fight like a team of six people.


What is you foolish?
What's wrong with you, are you stupid?


Hit you with the metal leave you clueless
I'll hit you with my metal gun and leave you confused and hurt.


Now you on the dash like Stacey
Now you're scared and running away like Stacey from the TV show The Stacey Dash Show.


All actin' crazy, cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me
You're all acting crazy and upset because your girlfriend or wife wants to have sex or pleasure with me.


Do me R. Kelly, drink half my babies
Do what R. Kelly does, and drink from the half-full bottle of alcohol that I call my babies.


Go ahead bitch, indulge, taste it, still hate me
Go ahead, lady, enjoy yourself and try my alcohol, but you'll still hate me in the end.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: KATRINA TAYLOR, LASANA SMITH, MARLON HASSANALI

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