[Chorus] Rent due Friday, tank on E, Got twenty-seven dollars and a broken AC. Whole damn plan just hit a brick wall, Looked at the boys and said— MOTHER FUCKER, WE BALL! (BALL! BALL! BALL!) Bad ideas lined up down the hall, Common sense left and ain't returned my call. Everything's cooked but we standing tall, MOTHER FUCKER, WE BALL! (BALL! BALL! BALL!) [Verse 1] Phone says "insufficient funds," Bartender asked if I was done. I said, "Brother, so is my bank account," Run that tab and let's find out. Check engine light been on since May, Pretty sure it's got something important to say. But if she makes it there and she makes it back, That's tomorrow's problem, and that's a fact. My buddy got dumped through a text at lunch, Now he's six deep talking about finding "the one." Brother, she's probably somewhere having fun, So grab a beer and let's become dumb. [Chorus] Rent due Friday, tank on E, Got twenty-seven dollars and a broken AC. Whole damn plan just hit a brick wall, Looked at the boys and said— MOTHER FUCKER, WE BALL! (BALL! BALL! BALL!) [Verse 2] Walked in confident, tripped on a chair, Acted like I meant to do that there. Shot my shot, got left on read, Ordered wings and healed instead. Credit score hanging on by a thread, Got gas station cuisine keeping me fed. Living proof that bad decisions Can somehow become good stories again. Bought concert tickets before paying bills, Financial advice would probably get chills. But when the band's loud and the crowd stands still, You remember life's more than the dollar bills. [Bridge] For the boys with bad luck, For the girls with wild hearts, For the folks rebuilding After everything falls apart. For the paycheck gone, For the plans gone wrong, For laughing so hard You forget what's wrong. [Final Chorus] Rent due Friday, tank on E, Got twenty-seven dollars and a broken AC. Whole damn plan just hit a brick wall, Looked at the boys and said— MOTHER FUCKER, WE BALL! (BALL! BALL! BALL!) World keeps swinging, We ain't gonna stall. Might be cooked, But we're having a ball— MOTHER FUCKER, WE BALL! (BALL! BALL! BALL!)
