Ram Squad - Ballers (Up in Here) lyrics

[6-Nine - overlapping Chorus] Don't let nobody else in this bull.. One two.. one two.. Is this mic on? [Chorus: RAM Squad] I see nothin but gangsters up in here I see nothin but ballers up in here I see nothin but dough stacks up in here I see nothin but flossers up in here [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [B Backs] We gon' mash it up If you lames want war, we gon' blast it up If you think you got bling, we gon' flash it up RAM Squad/Universal gon' stack it up [** extra before Tommy Hill **] [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [B Backs] We gon' mash it up If you lames want war, we gon' blast it up If you think you got bling, we gon' flash it up RAM Squad/Universal gon' stack it up [Tommy Hill] Yo, I spit six million bars, had sixty-six cars Got drunk in over thirty-six bars Been in six shoot-outs, seven busters f**ed up, five clutches, stick shifts I can't f** wit Had two rovers, had a land turned that over Just lost two aunts, both to Jehovah I excite the night, I'm like hyped wit my C-spite b**hes know we eatin right, shorty say we look alike The ice is real, my life is real Cats wanna fight for my deal, like a big faced bill I bleed for money, cuz my seeds need money Plus she loves me, MONEY IS MY b*tch! Mad Joey, all these rich cats, wearing gold rollies Up in fast cars, playin David Bowie Puffin cigars, rare B.M.'s and Jaguars Cadillac, Black, mock-necks and strip bars [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Chorus] - First 1/2 only [E-Wreks] C'mon Wiz! Hustlin hard, under the sun, sun to sun Put me on, throw me a ton I f** around, I owe you one sh** ain't the same no more, turned for the worst Streets got deeper, f** my cell phone and beeper Keep away from the limelight, get a grip Get mind right, the Fed's trying to indict I'm like a dissapearin act; where? Somewhere in the back I ain't gotta floss for y'all, I boss and ball [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Chorus] - Full chorus [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Suave] Let me do my thing; y'all gon' know my name When I bust through the screen, it's the same old thing I'm just in the game with a little more bling And I got your number from that thing! [Boy Backs] I'm in your face like Biggio, Backs on the stereo When I'm vertical yo, sh** is gettin critical You raggedy, shaggedy, straight f*ggotty See me at Atlanta, wit a rimmed out Caddy And my arm swingin, no chains, still blingin You n***as wrapped too booty and short like Flutie I'm incognito, famous like Menudo From here to Pluto, we like Popeye and Bluto [Wiz Gam] I'm somethin like a pelagon Rap phenomenon, King Kong, Swing ron co*ked don, when I grind I got the mack-thing Crap-thing for the stat-thing Y'all wanna f** wit us? (Bring your rap game) Picture me, black on black, Caesar, gangster Hater, wanna thank ya, hot like Sanka I got the mobs, the blocks to go with it Thirty-Four for raw, Willy go get it [6-Nine] Aaaah yea! [Chorus] - Full chorus [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Chorus] - Full chorus