Big T - Wanna Be a Baller lyrics

[Hook: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way! A better way, better way, yeah [Verse 1: Yungstar] I'm a -- baller, I'm a twenty-inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller I-10 hauler, not a leader not a follower Break these boys off I'mma twenty inch crawler Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a mode n fo dem throw dem Take it to 'em -- hop out my big body form Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood Man it's understood -- got money in my hood I'm pushing big body can't stop me For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy I'mma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto' I'mma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do' I'mma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean Want remote control screens and nice byzantines [Hook: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way! A better way, better way, yeah [Verse 2: Fat Pat] Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends Smokin big k**a gettin high in the Benz Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends Smokin big k**a gettin high in the Benz In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my sh** Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit It don't quit, as I get high From K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide Now we worldwide, watch me highside Fat Pat blowin k**a, can't be denied 187 thugs, oh yeah we got love Blowin sticky green we flow through and above [Hook: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way! A better way, better way, yeah [Verse 3: Lil' Will] Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop And that's for real, so tell me how you feel To make a million dollars out my first record deal Shortstop -- puttin up your motherf**in ear Really really don't give a f** and I ain't drinkin on no beer Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride Trunk hittin' fo' life baby it's SouthSide We on a f**in mission Expedition Navigator That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin Puttin it in your face, and that's for real Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will Down with the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug So n***a n***a what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin down Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound [Hook: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way! A better way, better way, yeah [Verse 4: Yungstar] I gots to get better man, it gots to move on Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches Had to get older -- man it got colder I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder Links in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me Everytime I'm comin out, n***as they wanna sign me Got the Lil' Will diamond grills ?? Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget DenDen b**bie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin on a movie Drop the top on Scott, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi Bourbon and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot My last name Lemon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor [Hook: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way! A better way, better way, yeah [Verse 5: Hawk] I hit the highway Everything's my way, I parlay Everyday all day, ain't no way Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top I only play to win -- bout to close up shop Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again Peep the message I send Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend Big body Benz -- as I floss through the south Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about? Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scores Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors Mansion doors -- I constantly close All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes Lord knows -- ain't no time to play Commence to f**in and-a s**in on the H.A.W.K [Hook: Big T] Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way! A better way, better way, yeah