Wanna be a baller, shot Twenty inch on the Impala A gettin' laid tonight rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money fly way But got to be a better way A way, better way, yeah
I'ma baller, twenty inch crawler on Impala, diamond rottweiller I, 10 hauler, not a leader not Break these off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm I'm off the road, I'm in a modem with them foe dem Tiny tune hop out my big body chain With the Chong, can't forget along
I'm hot, me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood Man it's understood got money in my I'm pushing, big body stop me For the nine, got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin' on the hit the sto' go real slow puffin' indo out the do' I'ma lit the green, man, I'm lookin' clean Want control screens with ice bezeltynes
be a baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the A gettin' laid tonight Swisher tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making the fly way But got to be a better way A better way, better way,
Big ballin', smashin', my ends Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Big ballin', smashin', my ends big killa, gettin' high in the Benz
In the wind goes as I crawl down on Vogues Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose Yo eyes, get froze, as you see my low Candy red, two-do', let my top down
Hittin', my remote, sittin', in my Presidential V-12 with AMG kit It don't quit, as I get From K.C. to H-Town, South Side
Now we worldwide, watch me side Fat Pat blowin' killa, be denied 187 thugs, oh yeah, we got Blowin' sticky green we flow and above
Wanna be a baller, caller Twenty blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid Swisher tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, money the fly way But there's got to be a way A better way, better way,
Sittin' Fat South, rollin' Benz on blocks Mo' scrilla I got, with Shortstop And that's for real, so me how you feel To make a million dollars out my first record
Shortstop puttin' up your ear Really, don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer Codeine I sip, pistol grip when I ride Trunk hit fo' life baby South Side
We on a fuckin' mission Navigator how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin' Puttin' it in face and that's for real Shinin' harder than the grill the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a So nigga, what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you it's goin' down Represent that H-Town, pop trunks by sound
be a baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the A caller gettin' laid Swisher tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making the fly way But there's got to be a way A better way, better way,
I gots to get man, it gots to move on Switched Motorola to a PrimeCo phone in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon Used to count my spoke, now hoes count my inches
Had to get older, man, it got I got grown and got a chip on my shoulder in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan Boys don't understand virtual reality
Double doors, marble floors, naked around me Every time I'm out, niggaz they wanna sign me Got the Lil' Will diamond [unverified] Blaze in the Benz and you can't Den-Den
Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin' on a Drop the top it's and you know I'm in a jacuzzi Bourban and I'm swervin', man it's hot My last name Lemmon, my tight 'um off the lot, David Taylor
Wanna be a baller, shot Twenty inch on the Impala A caller laid tonight rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making the fly way But there's got to be a way A better way, better way,
I hit the highway, my way, I parley Everyday all day, no way Boys can't stop as I through your neighborhood Chop, chop, chop, headed to the top I only to win 'bout to close up shop
Show stoppin' end, pimp the pen once again Peep the I send Take these levels that you can't comprehend Big bout it Benz as I floss the south Big blue now whatcha talkin' about?
Close yo' mouth as I all scores Scream and shout my similes and doors I constantly close All you hoes go and off your clothes Lord knows ain't no to play to fuckin' and-a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.
Wanna be a baller, caller Twenty inch blades on the A gettin' laid tonight rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making the fly way But there's got to be a way A better way, way, yeah