Ballers/Outro (Cash Money Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Project Pat & Birdman] Man, why these niggas always hatin' on Hypnotize and Cash Money? Man, fuck these niggas, man! What's up, whoadie? It's these gold grill and these platinum-mouth boys These big time Hot Boys, these Three-6 boys Wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys [Verse 1: Turk] You done fucked with the wrong nigga Must ain't know that I ride and I shoot quicker Should have known not to upset this lil' nigga You got a clique? So what, nigga, my clique thicker A bunch of real ass niggas that'll burn ya up With no waitin', catch ya slippin' then jam ya up Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me Play by the rules Or shit, I'll kill your family, that's what I do Bust your chest wide open and split your fade, nigga And them all frozen, moves from the 'K, nigga Turk don't play, when it's time to get serious Think I'm a ho, keep it that way and stay curious [Verse 2: Birdman] Niggas be shoutin' "one love" but wearin' black gloves Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for play Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they fake Instead of hittin' blocks with Glocks and touchin' niggas money spot And breakin' bread with the woman who put 'em in that spot These niggas wanna trick to these hoes and play with they nose Instead of totin' fo'-fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos Nigga, I done bought more cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes And bought more rims than niggas done fucked they main ho in they assholes Three 6 told me to roll and unload But nigga fuck that I'm tryin' to stack and mack And that deal with Universal shoulda showed that But Uptown is where it's at Playboy, won't you tell me how you love that? Won't you tell me how you love that? [Chorus: Project Pat] Ballers We be on some twanky twankies Player haters get found stanky stanky Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky Ballers We be on some twanky twankies Player haters get found stanky stanky Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky [Verse 3: Juvenile] Fuckin' with Three 6 Mafia gon' make me millions Fuckin' with CMR gon' make me some more millions I can see it, I'm a kill 'em, and build me and building And put some money to the side for my mom and my children Ridin' with my nigga Rambezee, to the easy Drinkin' for my nigga Babyzee and B.G.eezy Ducked off Tinted windows on my candy apple Cut dawg It's a classic, nigga, fuck y'all [Verse 4: Juicy J] I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fuckin' fullest We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets And when that drama starts to stir, we ain't scared to pull it You see a nigga holdin' gauge and you wish he would have Rolled by your mama house and put her in a coma 'Cause niggas gone on that Hennessy and marijuana And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a In that game slangin' 'caine to you blood donors It's on, coward [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne Champagne took my brain, I don't think I just aim Drop tops on a Z-3, start shootin' like 3 burners How come them try me? Never know me block burner Better watch for lil' shorty in black, nigga, get back 'Bout to make my Glock 40 click clack Brrr kill it It's your life, spill It Playin' with the realest Block fire like a skillet Now nigga, what the dilly? Highly influenced on Cristal I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it gets wild I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol Then deliver him 50 shots and take his child What what [Verse 6: DJ Paul] Punk bitch I dare ya I double dare ya step against this pot belly Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready Quick as them cowards try to make moves, oughta knock 'em out Second one step, y'all need more help, two barrels in his mouth Face it, when this shit's fucked up you gotta deal with it This is my game, live with it or get killed with it These are my dice, this is my board, I let you roll off And how you gon' have ice when I cut your fuckin' water off? [Chorus: Project Pat] Ballers We be on some twanky twankies Player haters get found stanky stanky Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky [Verse 7: Project Pat] It's the Project, nigga, roll back, I own the bricks Kickin' game with the Hot Boys and Three 6 B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil Wayne North Memphis, Uptown, and we havin' thangs AIn't no thang, when ya come real ya gotta shine I'm strapped with a Glock 9, he ain't takin' mine We in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it Full of gin, fucking hoes like a mad Russian A discussion amongst men means a power move Is about to be made for a come-up, fool Slang that iron when you get in my business Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise bitch [Chorus: Project Pat] Ballers We be on some twanky twankies Player haters get found stanky stanky Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky Ballers We be on some twanky twankies Player haters get found stanky stanky Chiefin' fat blunts of that danky danky Big diamond rings on our pinky pinky