[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I`m A Balla, I walk the walk bruh
I`m not a talker
I keep it pimpin` so these women `ll pay me
If you a balla, and bout ya dollars
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin` it daily
Don`t even talk uh, bout what it cost ya
If you ain`t really out there gettin` it baby
If you a balla, and a shot calla
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin` it daily
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Koopa, I got comma`s and zero`s
And alot of robert deniro
I know hoes that love other hoes
that`ll get down in a trio
But it ain`t nothin` to me though
I`ma grinder, yall know my steelo
Got no record or no P.O
but I dodge police like I`m Neo, nigga we know
Far East and Chamillionaire
gon` bring 4 stacks then spend a pair
Throw 2 other stacks in the air
We stepped in here like G-G-G`yeah
You a balla, let me see it
You a shot caller, let me see it
Bout them dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar, G-G-G`yeah
[Chorus]
[Verse - Play]
Whomp! Whomp!, I`ma head bussa
I`ma keep on paper chasin`
servin` all these muthafucka`s
I`ma keep on ridin`
ain`t no way yall gonna ever touch us
I`ma keep on chiefin`, puffin`
chokin` on that charlie dutchey
And I keep one on my side
that`s my only buddy buddy
I`m movin` weight, like the nutty professor
better get ya change up ooh yessuh
Better pack that metal, they`ll test ya
Stain chain, gotta hit em` hard
when I roll that truck like Pastor Troy
24`s in my ? bump
Better get em` boy, sick em` boy
Gotta make that money, rip em` boy
Like a pitbull dog, I`ll sick em` boy
Here we came to bring in noise
You a balla, let me see it
You a shot caller, let me see it
Bout them dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar, let me see it
[Chorus]
[Verse - Far East]
-Yeah, Play F, Skillz
No matter what they say
No matter what they do
Muthafucka`s ain`t got no clue
Of what we tryna do
Ride in coupes, ride on Koopa, who what?
Do what?, muthafuckas you ain`t clappin` my crew
Keepin` it gangsta, plus yall lack
Black on Black, ridin` Jordans
That ain`t Coogi homie, quit cappin` you can`t afford it
That`s how it go, doin` shows, puffin` dro, bangin` beats
Far East, from Dallas, Tex, but TL call me Greg Street
[Verse - Skillz]
Me and Koopa not some hoopers, but we ballin`
I see you actin` stupid, better move it or ya fallin`
Pausin`, never keep it movin` like my rims
They say I`m clever, but it`s the cheddar I spend that`s makes me win
If you a baller then dribble til` ya hands get tired
Cuz that`s the way my wrist feels when I`m tryna raise it higher
You a balla, let me see it
Shot caller, let me see it
Bout them dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar, let me see it
[Chorus]
[Verse - Lumba]
Like where do I start, or where do I begin
When it comes to ballin` and flossin`, I shine like them rims
That`s intend to spin, act like a crip, nah fuck it dog
Act like a chimp, like crooked monkeys throwin` up sets
You ain`t no throw em` up click, you used to throwin` up bricks
We pro-ballers down south daddy, empty the clips
I got 5 in my eye, I need 10 on my wrist
So while I`m flippin` ya bitch, I put 10 to the lips
It`s just that young boy Lumba
who`s known to bump a
take over the industry, while these other rappers crumble
I`ma balla, you can see it
I`ma shot caller, you can see it
I`ma flosser, you can see it
Superstar, gonna be it
