Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, making money then fly way But there's got to be a better way A better way, better way, yeah
I'ma baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller I, 10 hauler, not a leader not follower Break these boys off I'ma 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 modem with them foe dem Tiny tune hop out my big body form chain With the Chong, 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'ma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto' I'ma go real slow puffin' indo out the do' I'ma lit the stash green, man, I'm lookin' clean Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta 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
Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends Smokin' big killa, 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 shit Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit It don't quit, as I get high From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' South Side
Now we worldwide, watch me high side Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied 187 thugs, oh yeah, we got love Blowin' sticky green we flow through and above
Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta 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
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 motherfuckin' ear Really, really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride [From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/l/lil_-troy-lyrics/wanna-be-a-baller-lyrics.html ] Trunk hit fo' life baby it's South Side
We on a fuckin' 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 nigga, nigga 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
Wanna be a baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta 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
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 Licks in Kuw