Wanna Be a Baller-Lil Troy/Yungstar/Fat Pat/Sammy Senior

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 then 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, diamond rottweiller I, 10 hauler, not a leader not 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 Moet 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 sto' I'ma go real slow puffin' indo out the do' 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 sh*t Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit It don't quit, as I get high From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' South Side Now we worldwide, watch me high side 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 motherf**kin' ear Really, really don't give a f**k and I ain't drinkin' on no beer Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride Trunk hit fo' life baby it's South Side We on a f**kin' 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 ni**a, ni**a 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 d**e 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 Every time I'm comin' out, niggaz they wanna sign me Got the Lil' Will diamond griller's Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin' on a movie Drop the top it's cotton and you know I'm in a jacuzzi Bourban 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 parley 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 Show stoppin' 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 constantly close All you hoes go and take off your clothes Lord knows ain't no time to play Commence to f**kin' 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, yeahh