conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Ball For Me with the following description: “Ball For Me” sees Posty and Nicki detailing their excessive money spending and lavish lifestyles whilst using a variety of basketball motifs. Post also talks about his interactions with his materialistic partner.
  The song marks the first time Post Malone and Nicki Minaj collaborated and was produced by Post’s frequent collaborator Louis Bell, who previously produced Post’s hits “rockstar” and “Congratulations.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Post Malone]
  Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, ball for me
  [Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
  Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
  I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
  Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
  Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'
  [Chorus: Post Malone]
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
  [Verse 1: Post Malone]
  I'm on the road, I'm gettin' paid, like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?)
  You're bougie, baby, but I love you, baby, give you the world, baby (You the world, baby)
  Paid five grand for a handbag, that's Saint Laurent, baby (Saint Laurent, baby)
  Damn, you love that money, baby (Oh-oh-oh)
  Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (My whip, my whip)
  30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (My wrist, my wrist)
  We got alcohol, plus bad bitches, that's lit (That's lit, that's lit)
  I swear, baby, we was just kissin', that's it (That's it, that's it) (Oh-oh-oh)
  How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me)
  Baby gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (For me)
  Would love to take you shoppin', but girl, I'm in Europe tourin'
  Sorry, lil' mama, I can't give you more [Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
  Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
  I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
  Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
  Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'
  [Chorus: Post Malone]
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
  [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
  Yo, gotta hit him on the jack
  When you comin' back? Where is you at on the map?
  Everything is intact
  Coulda been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slack
  Pretty much, ain't got a clue
  Itty bitty piggyback off everything I do
  But I'm still droppin' jaws
  Got 'em lookin' like James Harden at the awards (
  Oh-oh-oh
  )
  Back to you, I'm so into you
  For real, breh like I'm kin to you
  If you a 10, I add 10 to you
  They be mad when I tend to you
  That's what the bae like
  Call me Buffy 'cause that's what I slay like
  These bitches, I son 'em like it's daylight
  These niggas wanna know what it tastes like (
  Oh-oh-oh
  )
  What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo
  They wanna know what it tastes like, yo
  All this ice, it should taste like snow
  Get kimonos and let's fly to Tokyo
  Pretty, pretty please baby, won't you cop this for me? (Uh) [Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
  Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
  I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
  Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
  Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'
  [Chorus: Post Malone & 
  Nicki Minaj
  ]
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me 
  (What it tastes like)
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me 
  (
  What it tastes like
  )
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me  
  (
  What it tastes like
  )
  Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah