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Ballers (feat. Lil' flip)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roy Jones Jr.
Roy Jones Jr.
Vocals
Lil' Flip
Lil' Flip
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roy Jones Jr.
Roy Jones Jr.
Songwriter
Wesley Eric Weston
Wesley Eric Weston
Songwriter

Lyrics

You know how we do it man Ain't to many people ballin like us man I go by the name Lil' Flip I'm in here with my dog Roy Jones Jr, ya know We makin this money man, that's what it's about If You ain't makin' no money man I don't think ya'll Should be talking to us man There's more money to make baby Check me out Look I came from nothing I was broke as hell I had three options sports, rap or jail But now we're doin good, yup I'm still in the hood I still ride candy paint I still grip on the wood Like Pimp an Bun B I'm choppin on blades I got a three story home With two butlers and one maid You know I gotta stay paid 'Cause I love money More karats than Bug's Bunny You can't take nothin from me 'Cause I'm strapped up You'll get clapped up Take that While I'm doing 85 in a Maybach So stay back 'cause we about our chips It's Roy Jones and Lil' Flip We rollin tight whips on 20 twin twins So watch them Sprewell's when they spinny spin spin 'Cause I'm a Trill ass nigga I'm a top 10 sella Pullin up in drop Benz yella I'm rich fella I make nothing but hits fella I'm waking up to bacon, eggs and grits fella And we love to spend 20 G's in the mall 'cause this is The way we ball If it don't shine it ain't me Sit on less than 20 inch rims it ain't me Pocket filled w/ less than a grand It ain't me No sir no mam And I can't deny it 'cause that's what I am So let me tell you what I am I'm a balla That's what I am Baby A balla One of a kind I'm a balla No sir no man Check it I got a house that stretch across 300 acres It's the same size as the Staple Center for the Lakers I got a court so if Shaq wanna play He can come to my crib and we can do it my way I got a Harley that I been bought that I ain't even drove I'm a take a road trip to the East coast and holla at Hov' I'm a balla Fuck with Balla's My Peers are top notch We toss girls up don't know how to cock block Lil Jay my road dog We push them whips hard We got cake Fuck them cops We brake laws I brake jaws Me and Flip we brake broads We pimps, if you don't watch yourself we'll take yours I got bread Big bread Know my hands hot 185 but bigger than sasquatch I'm a B-A-L-L-E-R In Florida acting out doing donuts in my Ferrari Body Head Bangers Volume 1 nigga taking over the streets you heard me Body Head
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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