1 Once upon a time not so long ago My daddy hit my mummy so a baller got born I started growin up and becoming so cute That every now and then they called me baby-boo for my bein’ damn cool wit my swagger so real people I was messin wit were hatin on me but I never gave a shit I was doing my thang Poppin my collar every single day Wit my mind on my flow and few braids in my head I was daydreamin hard about breakin some bread Smashin up clubs and rockin fresh clothes Bout shevy lo-lo and a house full o’ hoes But they told me “kid u betta chill out It ain’t nuttin but a hobby, u won’t put it dat far” But try to guess what dawg I still so sure Already got a bit and lookin fo some more y’all betta tiptoe out tha door or lay low on da floor cuz Baller Boy gon spit a hook on y’all hoes
Chorus I’m rockin and bumpin I’m so fresh and funky daydreamin on dis one bout sippin on Crystal and then on some Whisky till I get a bit tipsy
I’m rockin and bumpin I’m so fresh and funky daydreamin on dis one bout a jet and a penthouse ridin dirty in a whip, rollin down my windows
I’m rockin and bumpin I’m so fresh and funky daydreamin on dis one like I’m always on some nike air force one I keep on some but need some mo stuff so I’m… daydreamin ah, I’m daydreamin (3X) daydreamin on dis one
2 One 4 da hustle two for da flow 3 to get started time to get some dough Young Baller in da crib and I’m just daydreamin Bout stackin my paper str8 up to da ceiling Bout a villa on hills wit a splendid view Bout cars matchin’ shoes and a jet 4 two Bout sittin on leather and grippin on wood Wit some chrome on rims ridin thro yo hood Cuz I’m a true baller and I gotta get mine Cuz I feel I’m in dis shit as long as I’m alive When I fall up to da club u betta show me love And gimme a fee to make me rock it up Young B-A-double L-A And dat’s str8 da way you gotta spell my name Cuz if u try to hate u’ll see a tool red-beamin’ Young Baller in da house and I’m just daydreamin on dis one… wit no intentions to diss one so don’t make me load my pistol.. ha-ha
3 I’m daydreamin hard about platinum plaques Bout sold-out shows and stars on my tracks Bout Gucci in my closet and stacks on deck And ice in my mouth on my wrist and my neck Bout hittin top charts and bein awarded MTV, BET what else can be more wanted? Bout walkin down tha carpet in a silk pimp suit And smiling to yo fans takin pics at u And hoppin in a limo and grabbin a drink And goin anywhere without givin a thang I want so much stuff dat it’s hard to believe it I want dis and dat I want it all to be given And I’m ready to ball till tha moment I fall Wit my name so known and my pockets so swollen I need tha world to be mine and everything in it Young Baller on da grind and I’m just daydreamin on dis one… I wanna get it all in a month or within one I ran outta cheese so I really need some
(outro) it’s ya boy Young Baller on da track I’m just sippin on my drink enjoyin a spare minute u know I’m sayin.. this song is dedicated to all the ballers out there ballin wit a dream. wit their money on their minds and their minds on their money and like my man Snoop Dogg says it ain’t nuttin to it but to do it so I’m in it to win it and I stay independent and I’m hustling and pimpin it’s ya boy Young Baller and I’m daydreamin on dis one…