Wanna Be a Baller by Lil’ Troy & Big T & Yungstar & Fat Pat & H.A.W.K. & Lil’ Will Lyrics

[Intro: Yungstar & Big T] That's-That's the only price I need to know to find me somethin' Man, yeah baby, man [?] woke up out that damn [?], man, I'm still gone from last night [Chorus: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight ('Sup) Swisher rolled tight, got 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 [Verse 1: Yungstar] I'm a, baller, I'm a twenty-inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond Rottweiler 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 wit' them foenem The chain and charm, hop out my big body foreign Chain with the charm, can't forget Moet along I'm hoppin' out, I'm lookin' good, diamonds against the wood Man it's understood, got money in my hood I'm pushing big body, can't stop me 'Fore the nine-eight got to sell a million copies 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 and nice byzantines [Chorus: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, getting laid tonight ([?] goin' down in here) Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike (Yeah, real) (Two) I hit the highway (Yo, wussup!), making money the fly way (Wussup, stew!) But there's got to be a better way! (T Roy, wussup baby! Studio! Take two!) A better way, better way, yeah [Verse 2: Fat Pat] Big balling, smashing, making my ends Smoking big killer, getting high in the Benz Big balling, smashing, making my ends Smoking big killer, getting high in the Benz In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose Your eyes, get froze, as you see my low Candy-red two-door, let my top down slow Hitting, my remote, sitting, in my shit Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit It don't quit, as I get high From K.C. to H-Town, connecting Southside Now we worldwide, watch me highside Fat Pat blowing killer, can't be denied 187 thugs, oh yeah, we got love Blowing sticky green with Flo, Brew and that Bub [Chorus: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, getting laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way! A better way, a better way, yeah [Verse 3: Lil' Will] Sitting fat down South, rolling Benz on blocks Mo' skrilla I got, signing with ShortStop And that's for real, so tell me how you feel To make a million dollars out my first record deal ShortStop, putting up your motherfucking ear Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinking on no beer Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride Trunk hitting for life baby it's Southside We on a fucking mission, Expedition, Navigator That's how we be riding, alligator suitcasing Putting it in your face, and that's for real Shining 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 and da Bone, you know it's going down Representing that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound [Chorus: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, getting laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way! A better way, a better way, yeah [Verse 4: Yungstar] 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 spokes, 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 Links 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 grills in my grin Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget DenDen Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin' on a movie Drop the top on Scott, 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 [Chorus: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, got 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 [Verse 5: Hawk] I hit the highway Having things my way, I parlay 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 Short Stop and Dead End, pimp the pen once again Peep the message I send Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend Big body Benz as I floss through the South Big blue lens, now whatcha talkin about? Close yo' mouth as I settle our 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 the fuckin and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K [Chorus: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, got 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

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