Big Balla

Lyrics

money music right here
 you gotta ball on this
 many speculate but they don't really know me
 all up in my business where they show be
 game tight game right like a pro d
 leaven soft white I rock the whole key
 rap for the gutter and i never switch reals
 soft white wash with the deep dish wheels
 money too big for a clip you's a band
 broad G a coup in myself a Sedan
 them other dudes is fail us all they do is fall
 hoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball
 why you think these girls around here we the shh...
 and bye the whole bar every town that we hit
 make music harley boys bump on they dressers
 y'all felling us eaten up this four car presser
 certified hit the bricks with perfect diamond
 game plan flawless like perfect diamonds
 (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla
 Ballin like its tomorrow
 bring the good stuff right over the border
 if it aint about dollars don't holla
 homie say do it like that put that on christ
 two years i aint wore the same t shirt twice
 hoping out benz don't matter whats hood
 be a corner for a g lil homie whats good
 live at the swat meet stay out of function
 all mad at me till I get that thang jump-in
 a real east sider y'all actin like the clan
 turn G Malone haterz and a gs biggest fan
 G get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats
 long as homie understand i leave his a** wet
 the boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast
 best rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach
 now mack pay attention how i get the west crack in
 I'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum
 kink in the glove box money in a cancel
 petal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole
 (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla
 Ballin like its tomorrow
 bring the good stuff right over the border
 if it aint about dollars don't holla
 in no my jungle shots to the jungle
 get money keep a 2...
 mob is how we got to eat
 ride when we got to creep
 shorty is a beast hundred on the streets
 fresh flamed up money never changed us
 built from the project hood rich and famous
 kept a Duce with a nickel on me
 five star g bout money come and see us homie
 leather tone with a bag black mag bout cash
 doing out the black jag hundred gs mobs
 see em mcs cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete
 yeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson
 got the game off the ground
 blowing out the pound representing uptown.
 (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla
 Ballin like its tomorrow
 bring the good stuff right over the border
 if it aint about dollars don't holla
 When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...
 bring the good stuff right over the border...
 When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...
 Ballin like its tomorrow...
 bring the good stuff right over the border...
 if it aint about dollars don't holla!!!

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Song Details

Duration
04:10
Key
1
Tempo
94 BPM

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