Lirik Lagu I'm A Balla - Chamillionaire
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[Feat. Far East, Play-N-Skillz & Lumba]
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]I'm A Balla, I walk the walk bruhI'm not a talkerI keep it pimpin' so these women 'll pay meIf you a balla, and bout ya dollarsThen throw ya hands up if you gettin' it dailyDon't even talk uh, bout what it cost yaIf you ain't really out there gettin' it babyIf you a balla, and a shot callaThen throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily
[Verse - Chamillionaire]Koopa, I got comma's and zero'sAnd alot of robert deniroI know hoes that love other hoesthat'll get down in a trioBut it ain't nothin' to me thoughI'ma grinder, yall know my steeloGot no record or no P.Obut I dodge police like I'm Neo, nigga we knowFar East and Chamillionairegon' bring 4 stacks then spend a pairThrow 2 other stacks in the airWe stepped in here like G-G-G'yeahYou a balla, let me see itYou a shot caller, let me see itBout them dollars, let me see itPop ya collar, G-G-G'yeah
[Chorus]
[Verse - Play]Whomp! Whomp!, I'ma head bussaI'ma keep on paper chasin'servin' all these muthafucka'sI'ma keep on ridin'ain't no way yall gonna ever touch usI'ma keep on chiefin', puffin'chokin' on that charlie dutcheyAnd I keep one on my sidethat's my only buddy buddyI'm movin' weight, like the nutty professorbetter get ya change up ooh yessuhBetter pack that metal, they'll test yaStain chain, gotta hit em' hardwhen I roll that truck like Pastor Troy24's in my ? bumpBetter get em' boy, sick em' boyGotta make that money, rip em' boyLike a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boyHere we came to bring in noiseYou a balla, let me see itYou a shot caller, let me see itBout them dollars, let me see itPop ya collar, let me see it
[Chorus]
[Verse - Far East]-Yeah, Play F, SkillzNo matter what they sayNo matter what they doMuthafucka's ain't got no clueOf what we tryna doRide in coupes, ride on Koopa, who what?Do what?, muthafuckas you ain't clappin' my crewKeepin' it gangsta, plus yall lackBlack on Black, ridin' JordansThat ain't Coogi homie, quit cappin' you can't afford itThat's how it go, doin' shows, puffin' dro, bangin' beatsFar East, from Dallas, Tex, but TL call me Greg Street
[Verse - Skillz]Me and Koopa not some hoopers, but we ballin'I see you actin' stupid, better move it or ya fallin'Pausin', never keep it movin' like my rimsThey say I'm clever, but it's the cheddar I spend that's makes me winIf you a baller then dribble til' ya hands get tiredCuz that's the way my wrist feels when I'm tryna raise it higherYou a balla, let me see itShot caller, let me see itBout them dollars, let me see itPop ya collar, let me see it
[Chorus]
[Verse - Lumba]Like where do I start, or where do I beginWhen it comes to ballin' and flossin', I shine like them rimsThat's intend to spin, act like a crip, nah fuck it dogAct like a chimp, like crooked monkeys throwin' up setsYou ain't no throw em' up click, you used to throwin' up bricksWe pro-ballers down south daddy, empty the clipsI got 5 in my eye, I need 10 on my wristSo while I'm flippin' ya bitch, I put 10 to the lipsIt's just that young boy Lumbawho's known to bump atake over the industry, while these other rappers crumbleI'ma balla, you can see itI'ma shot caller, you can see itI'ma flosser, you can see itSuperstar, gonna be it
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]I'm A Balla, I walk the walk bruhI'm not a talkerI keep it pimpin' so these women 'll pay meIf you a balla, and bout ya dollarsThen throw ya hands up if you gettin' it dailyDon't even talk uh, bout what it cost yaIf you ain't really out there gettin' it babyIf you a balla, and a shot callaThen throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily
[Verse - Chamillionaire]Koopa, I got comma's and zero'sAnd alot of robert deniroI know hoes that love other hoesthat'll get down in a trioBut it ain't nothin' to me thoughI'ma grinder, yall know my steeloGot no record or no P.Obut I dodge police like I'm Neo, nigga we knowFar East and Chamillionairegon' bring 4 stacks then spend a pairThrow 2 other stacks in the airWe stepped in here like G-G-G'yeahYou a balla, let me see itYou a shot caller, let me see itBout them dollars, let me see itPop ya collar, G-G-G'yeah
[Chorus]
[Verse - Play]Whomp! Whomp!, I'ma head bussaI'ma keep on paper chasin'servin' all these muthafucka'sI'ma keep on ridin'ain't no way yall gonna ever touch usI'ma keep on chiefin', puffin'chokin' on that charlie dutcheyAnd I keep one on my sidethat's my only buddy buddyI'm movin' weight, like the nutty professorbetter get ya change up ooh yessuhBetter pack that metal, they'll test yaStain chain, gotta hit em' hardwhen I roll that truck like Pastor Troy24's in my ? bumpBetter get em' boy, sick em' boyGotta make that money, rip em' boyLike a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boyHere we came to bring in noiseYou a balla, let me see itYou a shot caller, let me see itBout them dollars, let me see itPop ya collar, let me see it
[Chorus]
[Verse - Far East]-Yeah, Play F, SkillzNo matter what they sayNo matter what they doMuthafucka's ain't got no clueOf what we tryna doRide in coupes, ride on Koopa, who what?Do what?, muthafuckas you ain't clappin' my crewKeepin' it gangsta, plus yall lackBlack on Black, ridin' JordansThat ain't Coogi homie, quit cappin' you can't afford itThat's how it go, doin' shows, puffin' dro, bangin' beatsFar East, from Dallas, Tex, but TL call me Greg Street
[Verse - Skillz]Me and Koopa not some hoopers, but we ballin'I see you actin' stupid, better move it or ya fallin'Pausin', never keep it movin' like my rimsThey say I'm clever, but it's the cheddar I spend that's makes me winIf you a baller then dribble til' ya hands get tiredCuz that's the way my wrist feels when I'm tryna raise it higherYou a balla, let me see itShot caller, let me see itBout them dollars, let me see itPop ya collar, let me see it
[Chorus]
[Verse - Lumba]Like where do I start, or where do I beginWhen it comes to ballin' and flossin', I shine like them rimsThat's intend to spin, act like a crip, nah fuck it dogAct like a chimp, like crooked monkeys throwin' up setsYou ain't no throw em' up click, you used to throwin' up bricksWe pro-ballers down south daddy, empty the clipsI got 5 in my eye, I need 10 on my wristSo while I'm flippin' ya bitch, I put 10 to the lipsIt's just that young boy Lumbawho's known to bump atake over the industry, while these other rappers crumbleI'ma balla, you can see itI'ma shot caller, you can see itI'ma flosser, you can see itSuperstar, gonna be it
