[Chorus - Chamillionaire]

I'm A Balla, I walk the walk bruh

I'm not a talker

I keep it pimpin' so these women 'll pay me

If you a balla, and bout ya dollars

Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Don't even talk uh, bout what it cost ya

If you ain't really out there gettin' it baby

If you a balla, and a shot calla

Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily



[Verse - Chamillionaire]

Koopa, I got comma's and zero's

And alot of robert deniro

I know hoes that love other hoes

that'll get down in a trio

But it ain't nothin' to me though

I'ma grinder, yall know my steelo

Got no record or no P.O

but I dodge police like I'm Neo, nigga we know

Far East and Chamillionaire

gon' bring 4 stacks then spend a pair

Throw 2 other stacks in the air

We stepped in here like G-G-G'yeah

You a balla, let me see it

You a shot caller, let me see it

Bout them dollars, let me see it

Pop ya collar, G-G-G'yeah



[Chorus]



[Verse - Play]

Whomp! Whomp!, I'ma head bussa

I'ma keep on paper chasin'

servin' all these muthafucka's

I'ma keep on ridin'

ain't no way yall gonna ever touch us

I'ma keep on chiefin', puffin'

chokin' on that charlie dutchey

And I keep one on my side

that's my only buddy buddy

I'm movin' weight, like the nutty professor

better get ya change up ooh yessuh

Better pack that metal, they'll test ya

Stain chain, gotta hit em' hard

when I roll that truck like Pastor Troy

24's in my ? bump

Better get em' boy, sick em' boy

Gotta make that money, rip em' boy

Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy

Here we came to bring in noise

You a balla, let me see it

You a shot caller, let me see it

Bout them dollars, let me see it

Pop ya collar, let me see it



[Chorus]



[Verse - Far East]

-Yeah, Play F, Skillz

No matter what they say

No matter what they do

Muthafucka's ain't got no clue

Of what we tryna do

Ride in coupes, ride on Koopa, who what?

Do what?, muthafuckas you ain't clappin' my crew

Keepin' it gangsta, plus yall lack

Black on Black, ridin' Jordans

That ain't Coogi homie, quit cappin' you can't afford it

That's how it go, doin' shows, puffin' dro, bangin' beats

Far East, from Dallas, Tex, but TL call me Greg Street



[Verse - Skillz]

Me and Koopa not some hoopers, but we ballin'

I see you actin' stupid, better move it or ya fallin'

Pausin', never keep it movin' like my rims

They say I'm clever, but it's the cheddar I spend that's makes me win

If you a baller then dribble til' ya hands get tired

Cuz that's the way my wrist feels when I'm tryna raise it higher

You a balla, let me see it

Shot caller, let me see it

Bout them dollars, let me see it

Pop ya collar, let me see it



[Chorus]



[Verse - Lumba]

Like where do I start, or where do I begin

When it comes to ballin' and flossin', I shine like them rims

That's intend to spin, act like a crip, nah fuck it dog

Act like a chimp, like crooked monkeys throwin' up sets

You ain't no throw em' up click, you used to throwin' up bricks

We pro-ballers down south daddy, empty the clips

I got 5 in my eye, I need 10 on my wrist

So while I'm flippin' ya bitch, I put 10 to the lips

It's just that young boy Lumba

who's known to bump a

take over the industry, while these other rappers crumble

I'ma balla, you can see it

I'ma shot caller, you can see it

I'ma flosser, you can see it

Superstar, gonna be it