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Wanna be a baller, shot caller 20-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Got a blunt rolled up, gettin' blazed tonight I hit the highway, gettin' money the fly way I hit the highway, gettin' money the fly way Wait, been in H-town about a week Got inspired up in spot with a freak On that drink, so you know a nigga geeked Tongue so long that she think a nigga Greek I be gettin' money every day of the week Pull up in the old school, swingers on the feets Swingin' and you know I got them speakers bangin' Let me hear you sing it Wanna be a baller, shot caller 20-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Got a blunt rolled up, gettin' blazed tonight I hit the highway, gettin' money the fly way I hit the highway, gettin' money the fly way Aye, just touched down we in Dallas You know I heard Park Ave got the baddest Somebody tell C.J. I need a platter I gotta smoke in the club, 'cause it's a habit Pull off in style we do the dashes Girl with them curves, I might crash it Girl, what you heard? I'm just asking She said "You know what you heard, you look nasty" We gettin' high like a Rasta And I got her high on my roster Said she in school to be a lawyer She could have been a doctor She just Wanna be a baller, shot caller 20-inch blades on the Impala Call her, gettin' laid tonight Got a blunt rolled up, gettin' blazed tonight I hit the highway, gettin' money the fly way I hit the highway, gettin' money the fly way
Writer(s): Bruce Isaac Rhodes, Troy Birklett, Terence Glen Prejean, Jarvis Lemon, Patrick L. Hawkins, Wesley E. Weston, John Edward Hawkins, Edward Charles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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