Balla Baby Remix

Yeah, yeah

This for my ballers worldwide (Worldwide!)

State to state...

City to city...

That's right! 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, 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

Folks say I'm missing, gettin'

This baller s-k-in', 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, allways be grinding, rhyming

I get 50 thou' 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, afraid I'll take your lady

Where the shotcallers at?

It ain't nuthing to a boss

That's why I spent three hundred on a cross!

Pink and yellow, that's the combination

I know a skinny rapper out here player 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 Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till 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, 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, afraid I'll take your lady

Where the shotcallers at?