Balla Baby Remix Songtext
von Chingy

Balla Baby Remix Songtext

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?

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