(feat. Dirty, Mega Bucks)



Yo Geezy tell these niggas' who the ballas is 



I be that playa-hata dodger 

Niggas' claim ballers, but they ain't nothin' but flodgers 

While I stay on the low, that midnight marauder 

Tryin' to get my bank account fuckin' larger 

Whatever's whatever, gotta stay clever for dat' cheddar 

But don't holler if it ain't six figures or better 

Ya' better come here with 8, cause' I'm drivin' in five 

Shine til' I die, so I strive to stay alive 

Shit you talkin' bout' fakers, nigga' I'm livin' in 7 

But you playin' with four so what the fuck you yappin' for 

Cause' me and my niggas' is always shinin' 

Lettin' niggas' know, with that fuckin' Rolex with dem' diamonds 

Twenty-one years old and I'm playin' in that Nav 

With bitches for every season, yeah we livin' lav(ish) 



We be chillin' off in Tennessee 

With 3-6 Mafia and dem' Cash Money H-B's 

A nigga' livin' his dream of regulatin' cream 

Nashville, Memphis Tenn, Mega Bucks on the scene 

Know nigga' livin' deluxe, cause' we dem' ballin' niggas' 

Went from seein' hard times to seein' six figures 

I neva' thought it could happen, unless I'm pushin' crack 

Who would a thought a Geech(ie) boy a get paid off rap 

263 we livin' major six-figurenaires 

The best broads, (ver)sace', diamonds, rollie wrist wear 

We done came along way from bein' small timers 

Now we blowin' makin' millions bein' rap rhymers 

Down & Dirty, K-Rob, and dat' nigga' A-G. 

And that sniper style killer Mista O.Z(O.G.) 

And the master of metaphors dat' X-Fac(tor) 

We got the king of all ballas my nigga' T-Mac 

When I tell you we rollin', you best believe we roll 

Money so thick that we got it by the truckload 

Keep yo eye on your girl, you bet not let me get her 

Cause' you ain't gon' get that bitch back once the Bucks hit her 

I done told you before that I be livin' deluxe 

While you hatin' in the cut 

I'm steady comin' up 

I make moves that you fake niggas' dream about 

I'm that nigga' in the bed yo' wife scream about 

While you lickin' on the pussy nigga' you suckin' my dick 

So i'mma shine and bigtime on you playa-hating tricks 

Now you tell me nigga' 



Who the ballas nigga'? 

Can't fuck with none of us 

Yo money ain't big enough, thats why you hatin' us 

Who the ballas nigga'? 

263, shinin' and bigtymin' makin' moves for the money 

Who the ballas nigga'? 

Yeah we made niggas' big-ballin' and shot-callin' 

Live and die for six figures 

Who the ballas nigga'? 

Open your eyes I know you see 

T-Mac done made it funky, nigga' 263 



A yo it's ridiculous, the way we pass you by life vehicular 

Navigators on chrome, big-bodies 

The entourage loaded with felons and misdemeanor 

Showin' up short shit 

Jump out the Yuk' like sub-zero and froze your shit 

Yeah iced out what rollies and all 

Candy-coats, 18's, prowlers and all 

Nigga' thats how we rollin' yall know we ballin' 

Pick up some gats and watch yall niggas' start stallin' 

Cartier eyewear, slick gators, 

black lacs stink lincs, pussy in the pink 

What the fuck I'mma freak 

Plus we smokin' that shit to put your dick in the dirt 

So when its time to go to work, I put my dick in her skirt 

After I nut, I say fuck dem' bitches, fuck dem' stank-ass hoes 

Tryin' to monkey wrench my plan, so my mo's wont roll 

But I get in and hit 16, burn rubber then jet motto 

And a flashlight photo, while the sun flip my candy-coats 

No probes, one hundred spokes effects be reversal 

263 clique universal, well rounded 

Now take it how it sounded 

And why you dumbfounded 

????? is how this clique here be bonded 

A yo we keep it cock for all my niggas' on lock 

A yo we smoke an o' for all my niggas' on parole 

So you know its to be sold and not told 

We bout' to shine and unfold, and break this fuckin' mold 



Now I'm playin' in my Hum-vees 

These hoes wanna see T-Mac they gotta come to that S. C. 

Now I'm all about my bitches 

I spark niggas' like blunts who try to get up on my riches 

Now you know I shine all day long 

Twenty-inch rims, candy on that Navi, nigga' I stay on 

Spark the shit up for my niggas' 

We goin' to the top Iced out nigga' makin' six figures 

Top notch to the fullest 

You fuck with my 263 niggas', you gonna bite a bullet 

I got geezy in that Navi, K-Rob in the EX-p 

Me and bucks in that Bentley, X-Fac nigga' Yukon 

I got O.Z. out yesterday a hundred thousand dollar bond 

Now you see my Baby Bone, he's in that jaguar on his way home 

He got that Rolex on 

Twenty-karat rock diamonds 

Twenty round' my wrist ten round my neck nigga' steady climbin' 



Who the ballas nigga'? 

Can't fuck with none of us, can't fuck with none of us 

Yo money ain't big enough, thats why you hatin' us 

Who the ballas nigga'? 

263, shinin' and bigtymin' makin' moves for the money 

Who the ballas nigga'? 

Yeah we made niggas' big-ballin' and shot-callin' 

Live and die for six figures 

Who the ballas nigga'? 

Open your eyes I know you see 

T-Mac done made it funky, nigga' 263