Lyrics:
You'll have to wait (it's a surprise, surprise)
Tonight, I'm a baller, babe (Tonight, I'm a baller, baby)
Even way beneath in, yeah (Even way beneath me)
What else is there to say, boy?
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
Last weekend, you stayed at home alone and lonely
Couldn't find your man, he was chillin' with his homies
This weekend you're goin' out
If he try to to stop you, you're goin' off
You got your hair done and your nails done too
A new outfit and your Fendi shoes
You and your crew parlayin' at the hottest spot
Tonight you're gonna find the fellas
Rollin' in the Lexus trucks and Hummers
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
Call your boys, 'cause tonight you're not gonna stay at home
Should tell your girl she ain't comin' tonight
You're goin' solo
Cut her off when she talk some noise
You know you got the right to get your party on
So get your haircut and your car washed too
Lookin' like a star in your Armani suit
You need to look your best 'cause you're turnin' heads tonight
You're gonna find a sexy chica that's gonna dance all night
If you wanna
Though he say he got a girl (oh)
Yeah, it's true, you got a man (oh)
But the party ain't gon' stop (oh-oh)
So let's make it hot, hot (oh-oh)
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown, grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home (oh, yeah)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (oh yeah)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (yeah)
Sexy women, do that dance (oh-oh)
Fly ladies, work your man (oh-oh)
Ballin' fellas, time to clown (oh-oh)
We can get down now (woah)
Bounce baby, bounce, bo-bounce bounce, bo-bounce
Twerk it, twerk it
Shake baby, shake, sha-shake, shake
Work it, work it
Twist baby, twist, tw-twist
You better dip that thing (better dip that thing)
(One more time papi's mommies)
Bounce baby, bounce, bo-bounce bounce, bo-bounce (bounce)
Twerk it, twerk it
Shake baby, shake sha-shake shake (shake)
Work it, work it
Twist baby, twist tw-twist (twist, twist it, twist it)
You better dip that thing (dip that thing)
(Bounce it up and down papis, mamis)
Sexy women, do that dance (oh)
Fly ladies, work your man (uh-huh)
Ballin' fellas, time to clown (oh)
We can get down now
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (no)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh)
All you ladies, leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ladies leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ain't thinkin' about my man tonight
Uh-huh, I ain't worried my girl, aight
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Thou shall say my name
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
Last weekend, you stayed at home alone and lonely
Couldn't find your man, he was chillin' with his homies
This weekend you're goin' out
If he try to to stop you, you're goin' off
You got your hair done and your nails done too
A new outfit and your Fendi shoes
You and your crew parlayin' at the hottest spot
Tonight you're gonna find the fellas
Rollin' in the Lexus trucks and Hummers
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
Call your boys, 'cause tonight you're not gonna stay at home
Should tell your girl she ain't comin' tonight
You're goin' solo
Cut her off when she talk some noise
You know you got the right to get your party on
So get your haircut and your car washed too
Lookin' like a star in your Armani suit
You need to look your best 'cause you're turnin' heads tonight
You're gonna find a sexy chica that's gonna dance all night
If you wanna
Though he say he got a girl (oh)
Yeah, it's true, you got a man (oh)
But the party ain't gon' stop (oh-oh)
So let's make it hot, hot (oh-oh)
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown, grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home (oh, yeah)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (oh yeah)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (yeah)
Sexy women, do that dance (oh-oh)
Fly ladies, work your man (oh-oh)
Ballin' fellas, time to clown (oh-oh)
We can get down now (woah)
Bounce baby, bounce, bo-bounce bounce, bo-bounce
Twerk it, twerk it
Shake baby, shake, sha-shake, shake
Work it, work it
Twist baby, twist, tw-twist
You better dip that thing (better dip that thing)
(One more time papi's mommies)
Bounce baby, bounce, bo-bounce bounce, bo-bounce (bounce)
Twerk it, twerk it
Shake baby, shake sha-shake shake (shake)
Work it, work it
Twist baby, twist tw-twist (twist, twist it, twist it)
You better dip that thing (dip that thing)
(Bounce it up and down papis, mamis)
Sexy women, do that dance (oh)
Fly ladies, work your man (uh-huh)
Ballin' fellas, time to clown (oh)
We can get down now
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (no)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh)
All you ladies, leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ladies leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ain't thinkin' about my man tonight
Uh-huh, I ain't worried my girl, aight
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Thou shall say my name
Now let's toast to the hustlers
We make the world go round
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
We make the world go round
Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
We make the world go round
And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us
We make the world go round
Young Joey, he gotta be
Honestly the hottest 'cause when he shop ain't no stoppin' me (nah)
I ain't never seen no black cards (nah), all I know is Benjamins
Product of the block, runnin' from the cops, tryna scuff my Timberlands (cocaine)
Goddamn, I love them haters, steppin' on my Maury kids
It's mean mug' in the kitchen, drop sorta like a hot potato
She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She gotta Gucci fetish
She gotta Louis problem (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah-yeah)
Players want to play,
Ballers want to ball (Ballers want to ball)
Rollers want to roll,
But I'm taking all, after I dance (yeah, whoa)
This is my song for real no doubt
See the DJ is making me feel thugged out
As I walk you to dance floor
We begin to dance slow
You put your arms around me
I'm feeling on yo booty
This is my song for real no doubt
See the DJ is making me feel thugged out
As I walk you to dance floor
We begin to dance slow
You put your arms around me
I'm feeling on yo booty
If it's yo birthday, then put yo hands up
You want to get drunk, then put yo hands up
And if you got some cash, put yo hands up
And your own job, put yo hands up (Players want to play)
Players want to play
Ballers want to ball (Ballers want to ball)
Rollers want to roll (Feel so good, say it again)
Players want to play,
Ballers want to ball (oh)
Rollers want to roll
But I'm taking all, after I dance (oh yeah)
This is my song for real no doubt
See the DJ is making me feel thugged out
As I walk you to dance floor
We begin to dance slow
You put your arms around me
I'm feeling on yo booty
This is my song for real no doubt
See the DJ is making me feel thugged out (Feeling thugged out)
As I walk you t the dance floor (Walk you to the dance floor)
We begin to dance slow (We begin to dance slow)
You put yo arms around me (Put yo arms around me)
I'm feelin on yo booty (Feelin on yo booty!
If I hurt your feelings boy
I'm sorry but I didn't mean to hurt you yeah
I thought you knew yeah
I got no time to fall in love with you yeah
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
If I hurt your feelings boy
I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you yeah
I thought you knew yeah
I got no time to fall in love with you yeah
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
What you think about a girl like me
Buy my own car and spend my own money
Only ring your celly when I'm feeling lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave
Please don't call me baby
Cause I'll call you
Don't mean to hurt you feelings
Got a lot to do
Cause I'm am my number one priority
No falling in love, no commitment from me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
If you feel it
Throw them hands up
Where them hands at
If you feel it
Where the ladies
Where my home girls
Where my females
Where all my women
How you feel about a girl like this
Try to control me, boy you'll get dismissed
Do what I want, live how I wanna live
Buy my own diamonds then I pay my own bills
Please don't call me baby
Cause I'll call you
Don't mean to hurt you feelings
Got a lot to do
Cause I'm am my number one priority
No falling in love, no commitment from me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
If you feel it
Throw them hands up
Where them hands at
If you feel it
Where the ladies
Where my home girls
Where my females
Where all my women
How did you feel about this groove I wrote
Hope you got the message ladies take control
Don't depend on no man to give you what you want
Keep that in mind next time you hear this song
If you're independent
I congratulate you
If you ain't in love
I congratulate you
Do them boys like
They used to do you
If you pimp him
I congratulate you
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
If you feel it
Throw them hands up
Where them hands at
If you feel it
Where the ladies
Where my home girls
Where my females
Where all my women
If I hurt your feelings boy
I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you yeah
I thought you knew yeah
I got no time to fall in love with you yeah
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
Nigga, we're here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys
[Pusha T]
Twin Nina Ross sisters
Promise to never miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister
Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters
You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols
Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"
No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields
[Hook: x 2]
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga
I'm Mr. Baller
What's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit nigga 'cause I'm a baller
I take on all why'all nigga
Now that's a baller
[Tre-Little]
Hollow tip what?
If I hurt your feelings boy
I'm sorry but I didn't mean to hurt you yeah
I thought you knew yeah
I got no time to fall in love with you yeah
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
What you think about a girl like me
Buy my own car and spend my own money
Only ring your celly when I'm feeling lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave
Please don't call me baby
Cause I'll call you
Don't mean to hurt you feelings
Got a lot to do
Cause I'm am my number one priority
No falling in love, no commitment from me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
If you feel it
Throw them hands up
Where them hands at
If you feel it
Where the ladies
Where my home girls
Where my females
Where all my women
How you feel about a girl like this
Try to control me, boy you'll get dismissed
Do what I want, live how I wanna live
Buy my own diamonds then I pay my own bills
Please don't call me baby
Cause I'll call you
Don't mean to hurt you feelings
Got a lot to do
Cause I'm am my number one priority
No falling in love, no commitment from me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
If you feel it
Throw them hands up
Where them hands at
If you feel it
Where the ladies
Where my home girls
Where my females
Where all my women
How did you feel about this groove I wrote
Hope you got the message ladies take control
Don't depend on no man to give you what you want
Keep that in mind next time you hear this song
If you're independent
I congratulate you
If you ain't in love
I congratulate you
Do them boys like
They used to do you
If you pimp him
I congratulate you
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
If you feel it
Throw them hands up
Where them hands at
If you feel it
Where the ladies
Where my home girls
Where my females
Where all my women
If I hurt your feelings boy
I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you yeah
I thought you knew yeah
I got no time to fall in love with you yeah
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
Players want to play,
Ballers want to ball (Ballers want to ball)
Rollers want to roll,
But I'm taking all, after I dance (yeah, whoa)
[Chorus: x2]
If it's yo birthday, then put yo hands up
You want to get drunk, then put yo hands up
And if you got some cash, put yo hands up
And your own job, put yo hands up (Players want to play)
Players want to play
Ballers want to ball (Ballers want to ball)
Rollers want to roll (Feel so good, say it again)
Players want to play,
Ballers want to ball (oh)
Rollers want to roll
But I'm taking all, after I dance (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
This is my song for real no doubt
See the DJ is making me feel thugged out (Feeling thugged out)
As I walk you t the dance floor (Walk you to the dance floor)
We begin to dance slow (We begin to dance slow)
You put yo arms around me (Put yo arms around me)
I'm feelin on yo booty (Feelin on yo booty!
Players want to play,
Ballers want to ball (Ballers want to ball)
Rollers want to roll,
But I'm taking all, after I dance (yeah, whoa)
[Chorus: x2]
If it's yo birthday, then put yo hands up
You want to get drunk, then put yo hands up
And if you got some cash, put yo hands up
And your own job, put yo hands up (Players want to play)
Players want to play
Ballers want to ball (Ballers want to ball)
Rollers want to roll (Feel so good, say it again)
Players want to play,
Ballers want to ball (oh)
Rollers want to roll
But I'm taking all, after I dance (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
This is my song for real no doubt
See the DJ is making me feel thugged out (Feeling thugged out)
As I walk you t the dance floor (Walk you to the dance floor)
We begin to dance slow (We begin to dance slow)
You put yo arms around me (Put yo arms around me)
I'm feelin on yo booty (Feelin on yo booty!
Alright girls, get up and let's get this money
You know what time it is, it's ballers in here baby
Big ballers, lets get it!
Baller alert, it's baller alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, it's baller alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, it's baller alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Ballin' every year, I'm the baller of the year, yeah
Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Yeah, I tear them all up every year
I'm tearin' cars up every year
I'm the baller of the year, yeah
Uh, drop it to the floor bitch like it's on fire
Hmm oh my God, why the fuck you lying?
If I hurt your feelings boy
I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you yeah
I thought you knew yeah
I got no time to fall in love with you yeah
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
All my independent women
Throw them hands up at me
And all my sexy women
Throw them hands up at me
All my money making women
Throw them hands up at me
All my baller women
Throw them hands up at me
Chilling in my four point six at the light
Bout to be VIP for the night
Shorty in the drop top V made a right
Pull up to her bumper baby, beeped twice
Jumped out the whip like I was the police
Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze
Got Friday on a DVD
She's a baller and I'm a baller
What?
[Chorus]
To all my hot girls
Livin' fiesta
To all my hot boys
Livin' fiesta
To all my Chi town niggas
Fiesta
And all my uptown niggas
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin' on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
And if you rollin' with a thug
Fiesta
We be off in the club sippin lot
Red eye deep in the club puffin' Lye
Strippers in the back of the club showing live
Soon as I get a buzz I'm showing out
House on top of the hill
Counting what?
I'm finna get you a new daddy, fuckin' we gonna get me a baller, fuckin'
Yes, you have won the one and only Cap City baller rapper kit
And I've been workin' too, man,
I've been drinkin' this, some flat tummy tea, so I can get me a baller
Okay the flat, but listen, baby, you have somethin' more important than a flat tummy
You are gonna win a lifetime supply of the Asian Kung Pao saran wrap condoms
Yes they're guaranteed to pop.
Oh them the 26's
Bubble out bill, with the frog face
Alligator seats, that's how them ballers play
(That's how them ballers play?) That's how them ballers play
(That's how them ballers play?)
(what, yeah)
Boo, we don't ever go nowhere
Don't pay to fix my hair
I need a baller in my world
(Do you need a baller in your world?)
If I want someone to pay my bills
I got to keep it real
I'm a high class kind of girl
(See you wouldn't know a real man baby)
You won't know a real man
If he stared you in the face
Say you wanna try to keep it real
Girl I know the deal
You won't know a real man
[Intro]
The hit maker
The playas gon' play
Them haters gonna hate
Them callers gonna call
Them ballers gonna ball
(Let 'em know)
I, I don't mind (ha)
What people say or do (nah, nah)
But I, I do mind
What you believe is true
You are the only one
Getting all my love
'cause what they do (what they do)
Ain't nothin' new
Playas, they gonna play
And haters, they gonna hate
Ballers, they gonna ball
Shot callers, they gonna call
That ain't got nothin' to do
With me and you
That's the way it is
That's the way it is
So-called friends
Don't want to see me with you
Behind your back
Callin' my cell and pager too
No matter what they do
I will stay true
Only to you
Only to you
Playas, they gonna play
And haters, they gonna hate
Ballers, they gonna ball
Shot callers, they gonna call
That ain't got nothin' to do
With me and you
That's the way it is
That's the way it is
I want you to know (I want you to know)
I'll never let you go (I'll never let you go)
We gotta talk about everything you hear
'cause I know that it ain't true
You can trust my love
And I can trust yours too
Our love will be forever, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little Women
They gon' ball shorty
They gon' play shorty
That's how they do shorty
We comin' through shorty
The hit maker shorty
Playas gon' play
Playas, they gonna play
And haters, they gonna hate
Ballers, they gonna ball
Shot callers, they gonna call
That ain't got nothin' to do
With me and you
That's the way it is
That's the way it is
Playas, they gonna play
And haters, they gonna hate
Ballers, they gonna ball
Shot callers, they gonna call
That ain't got nothin' to do
With me and you
That's the way it is
That's the way it is
Playas, they gonna play
And haters, they gonna hate
Ballers, they gonna ball
Shot callers, they gonna call
That ain't got nothin' to do
With me and you
That's the way it is
That's the way it is
Playas gonna play (uh)
Haters gonna hate (right)
That's the way it is (yeah)
That's just how it's been (let 'em know, let 'em know)
Playas (Little Women why'all)
And haters (9 lives why'all)
Playas (the hit maker why'all, woo)
And haters
Playas gonna play (oh, oh)
Haters gonna hate (yeah)
Ballers gonna ball (oh, oh)
Callers gonna call
Yeah
Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on
From sun up to sun down get our grind on
Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank
Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank
You now how it is want everything for myself
Want every nigga scorin' for me nobody else
Imma dog it ain't not secret I want it all
Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars
Tha game is cold but it's fair nigga
Can't trust no man 'cause a nigga don't care nigga
Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work
Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth
Them niggas cut throats this shit is real 'causeen
Better know tha game 'cause if you don't you get killed 'causeen
Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours
Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve
Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us
Niggas baller blockin' so they lettin' off shots
Tha feds came through can't stop tha clock
Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop
Lovely came through in a Bentley drop
Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot
Still runnin' through them hallways tote'n a glock
Word got around Curly tryna close my shop
Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha glock
Tell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get popped
Tha cameras out and them lights is on
Them feds com'n through and they gettin' it on
So we duck and hide, supply and ride
Big party goin' down wit Big Wood tonite
So we cocked tha glocks
'cause tha beef is rock
Niggas shootin' out windows instead of head shots
Believe that playboy
Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us
Alright fella's alright fella's listen up look look
Niggas be gone in that
Shlick Shlack slippery like grease pre hiv on that bitch scrilla be like
Call tha police on a young boss playa trying to money mack up on a million
Retrospect tha game I'll get yo cap peeled mane
Whoopin' ass and takin' names about my pay
Straight up out tha year 2000 Y2K
We that shabearin' fuck bamas, playas with a little jewelry
How bout Atlanta you know
We ain't gotta smash pennies to make tokens no mo (Beyotch Beyotch)
See I just look like this
Project English left and plain
We use words like "It's All Gravy Train"
I spit tha ranges from tha jowl
My nigga Baby and them call then the law
Tha block controller just seen it all
From black to brown and yellow (Beyotch)
Pineapple y'all
Leaky brown color to baller blockin' y'all
Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe
Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us
I know I need to stop but I'm solja so fuck it
Besides I'm responsible fo supplin' tha public
My daddy got shot so I'm holdin' it down
Outline, out of bounds puttin' four in a clown
Bitch answer when I call make me know you got my change
Is it explodin' in yo brain, do you think I'm playin' games
See that's why lil niggas like you get murder over 'caine
Put yo self in a spot where you won't be working again
I ain't gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya
You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya
Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh
And Bubba want his money so I gotta kill you now
And all these muthafuckin' laws tryna take mines
I ain't wit that bullshit two at tha same time
Fuck I might at well give tha dope game up
But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up
Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us
School ya'll to somethin right quick
Sit down, open your ears, close your eyes, listen
Here's a little story that I got to tell
About this Chico named Pit everyone knows so well
Illmatic like Nas but that ain't hard to tell
Owes it all to Dade County and the ATL
Picked rap and skipped the triple beam scale
And it's a known fact he gon' die before he fails
These boys rap about hustlin' but can't make bail
I call that hustling backwards and that's real
Miami's hot so I can vacation in hell
The way the game is shit, man, I mind as well
I look at these fools on camera flashin' they tools
They must've forgot the streets got codes and rules
But me, I'm confused
'Cause rappers wanna be gangstas
Gangstas wanna be rappers
Ballers wanna be rappers
And rappers wanna be ballers
The truth is it's more sickening than Ebola
Until they handcuff then it's over
Pop up no dandruff, no neck, just head and shoulders
Bust guns, sell drugs, that's what the streets showed us
But corporate America, that's what they sold us
Chillin' in my four point six at the light
Bout to be VIP for the night
Shorty in the drop top V made a right
Pull up to her bumper baby, beeped twice
Jumped out the whip like I was the police
Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze
Got Friday on a DVD
She's a baller and I'm a baller
Wha-what?
[Chorus]
To all my hot girls
Livin' fiesta
To all my hot boys
Livin' fiesta
To all my Chi town n****s
Fiesta
And all my uptown n****s
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin' on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
And if you rollin' with a thug
Fiesta
We be off in the club sippin lot
Red eye deep in the club puffin' Lye
Strippers in the back of the club showing live
Soon as I get a buzz I'm showing out
House on top of the hill
Counting what?
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