Balla Baby Remix Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, yeah, this for my ballers world wide, state to state

City to city, ballers ballers

Let's do this, dirty remix

You know, ching-a-ling

You know how I do it, representing St. Louis

Put your hands up, put your hands up



I'm a baller

(Baller)

Highroller, baby

Where the ballers at?

Shotcaller

(Caller)

Driving chickens crazy

Where the shotcaller's at?






You a hater

(Hater)

Why you trying to play me?

Where the ballers at?

Fake player

(Player)

Afraid I'll take your lady

Where the shotcallers at?



I got the pots up in the kitchen

I'm just a baller pitching in my division

Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing

My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening



So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing

The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing

Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls

In detroit like I play for the pistons

Baby if you listening, I'm a tour so much



Some folks say I'm missing, getting

This baller skiing, I be running around with it

Spitting it, the hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here

I wish you would in here, we smoke good in here



Moving through your hood shining

Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds

Look mellow, always be grinding, rhyming

I get 50 thousand for an in-store signing, cause I'm a



I'm a baller

(Baller)

Highroller, baby

Where the ballers at?

Shotcaller

(Caller)

Driving chickens crazy

Where the shotcaller's at?



You a hater

(Hater)

Why you trying to play me?

Where the ballers at?

Fake player

(Player)

Afraid I'll take your lady

Where the shotcallers at?



It ain't nothing to a boss

That's why I spent three hundred on a cross

Pink and yellow, pink and yellow that's the combination

I know a skinny rapper out here playa hating



'Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume

I got my own liquor, why he drinking alizee?

Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock

But I still get respect on my own block



Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back

Three cribs, one viper, and a Mayback

I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman

But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man



Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain

So even when I'm not around, they promote the name

I'm little flip, rapping H-town untill I'm gone

I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb

A baller, baby



I'm a baller

(Baller)

Highroller, baby

Where the ballers at?

Shotcaller

(Caller)

Driving chickens crazy

Where the shotcaller's at?



You a hater

(Hater)

Why you trying to play me?

Where the ballers at?

Fake player

(Player)

Afraid I'll take your lady

Where the shotcallers at?



That's me, that's right, I've got a bentley for sure

A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more

I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores

I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room



I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore

On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores

Said I'm on another level that you can't afford

Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more



That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more

'Cause my price at work sure be on soar

That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores

'Cause I won't settle for nothing less than more



I'm a baller

(Baller)

Highroller, baby

Where the ballers at?

Shotcaller

(Caller)

Driving chickens crazy

Where the shotcaller's at?



You a hater

(Hater)

Why you trying to play me?

Where the ballers at?

Fake player

(Player)

Afraid I'll take your lady

Where the shotcallers at?