Wanna Be a Baller

That's the only price I need to know to find me some
Man, yeah baby, it was on last night

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way yeah

I'ma baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamonds, rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never leader, not a follower
Break these boys off, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget Moët along
I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man, it's understood got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the store
I'ma go real, slow puffin indo out the door
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah

Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa, gettin high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin' in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin' sticky green we flow through and above

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way yeah

Sittin' fat down South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop, puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear
Really, really don't give a fuck
And I ain't drinkin' on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide
We on a fuckin mission Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin'
Puttin it in your face, and that's for real
Shinin' harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga, nigga what?
I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah

I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older, man, it got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan
Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes around me
Everytime I'm comin out, niggas they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget the den
Diamond ruby's, I'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourbon and I'm swervin, man it's gettin' hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah

I hit the highway
Everything's my way
I party, everyday, all day
Ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win bout to close up shop
Showstoppin' dead end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
Big 'bout it Benz as I floss through the south
Big blue lens now whatcha talkin about?
Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores
Scream and shout my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors, I contstantly close
All you hoes go and take off your clothes
Lord knows ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K.

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Jarvis Lemon, Terence Glen Prejean, Patrick L. Hawkins, Troy Birklett, Bruce Isaac Rhodes, John Edward Hawkins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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