Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Call her get laid tonight
Swisha 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
I'ma baller I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
Octane 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 fo' a dem
Tiny tune hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong,
can't forget Me with tha lean
I'm hot... find me lookin good
diamonds against 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
Call her get laid tonight
Swisha 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
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 s t
Presidential V 12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C. to H Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flo thru above
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Call her get laid tonight
Swisha 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
Sittin Fat Down South rollin
Benz on blocks Mo' scrilla I got
than signin with Short stop that's
for real so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my
first record deal Short stop puttin up
your mother f kin ear Really really
don't give a f k I ain't drinkin on
No beer Codeines what I sip on
pistol grip when I ride Trunk hit fo'
life baby in SouthSide we on a f kin
mission E pedition Navigator Thats
how we be ridin alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face that's for real
Shinin harda than a grill its the player
Down with the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug
So n a n a wha Im down with mo'thugs
Mo' thugs than bone U know its goin
down Represent that H Town,
pop tha trunks N got surround sound
wanna be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight got sprayed by ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making
money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way better way YEAH AHHHH
I gots to get better
man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola
to a Prime Co phone
Broke in two chrome
you know no dope pigeions
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 wanna sign me
Got Lil Will diamond grillers in tha pin
Blaze N the Benz cant forget bout
den den boo went down to Rue benz
I'm watchin on a movie
Drop top it's cotton
and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban I'm swervin man its gettin hot
My last name Lemmon drive tha title off
tha lot like David Taylor
Wanna be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight got sprayed by ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making
money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way better way YEAH AHHHH
I hit the highway
Everything's my way, I par tay
Everyday all day ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide
through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop
headin 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 on take off all of your clothes
Lord knows aint no time to play
commence 2 f kin suckin the H. A. W.K
wanna be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight got sprayed by ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making
money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way better way YEAH AHHHH
