Wanna Be a Baller

Wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala

Call her, getting laid tonight

Swisha rolled tight, got 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'm a baller, I'm a twenty-inch crawler

Blades on Impala, diamond Rottweiler

I-10 hauler, never leader, not a follower

Break these boys off, I'm a twenty-inch crawler

Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm throwed

I'm bouncing off the road, I'm in a mode and foe'dem

Chain and charm, hop out my big body foreign

Chain with the charm, can't forget Moët along

I'm hopping out, I'm looking good, diamonds against the 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 copies

I'ma crawl slow, puffing on the Optimo, hit the store

I'ma go real slow, puffing into out the door

I'ma lit this grass green, man, I'm looking clean

Want remote control, good green and nice Byzantines

Wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala

Call her, getting laid tonight

Swisha rolled tight, got 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 balling, smashing, making my ends

Smoking big killa, getting high in the Benz

Big balling, smashing, making my ends

Smoking big killa, getting high in the Benz

In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on vogues

Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose

Your eyes get froze as you see my low

Candy red, two-door, let my top down slow

Hitting my remote, sitting in my shit

Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit

It don't quit, as I get high

From KC to H-Town, connecting Southside

Now, we worldwide, watch me high side

Fat Pat blowing killa, can't be denied

187 thugs, oh, yeah, we got love

Blowing sticky green with Flo, Brew and that Bub

Wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala

Call her, getting laid tonight

Swisha rolled tight, got 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

Sitting Fat Down South, rolling Benz on blocks

Mo scrilla I got signing with ShortStop

And that's for real, so tell me how you feel

To make a million dollars out my first record deal

ShortStop, putting up your motherfucking ear

Really, really, don't give a fuck and I ain't drinking on no beer

Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride

Trunk hitting for life, baby, it's Southside

We on a fucking mission Expedition, Navigator

That's how we be riding, alligator suitcasing

Putting it in your face, and that's for real

Shining harder than the grill, it's the player Lil' Will

Down with the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug

So ****, **** what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs

Mo'Thugs and da Bone, you know it's going down

Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala

Call her, getting laid tonight

Swisha rolled tight, got 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

Links in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan

Boys don't understand, virtual reality Caravan

Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes around me

Every time I'm coming out, ****, they wanna sign me

Got the Lil' Will diamond grills in my grin

Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget DenDen

The boobie, dimes, and ruby, I'm watching on a movie

Drop the top on Scott, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi

Bourbon and I'm swerving, man, it's getting hot

My last name Lemon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala

Call her, getting laid tonight

Swisha rolled tight, got 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 hit the highway

Everything's my way, I parlay

Everyday all day, ain't no way

Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood

Chop-chop-chop, headed straight to the top

I only play to win, 'bout to close up shop

Show stopping dead, pimp the pen once again

Peep the message I send

Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend

Big body Benz as I floss through the South

Big blue lens, now whatcha talking about?

Close your mouth as I settle all the scores

Scream and shout, my similes and metaphors

Mansion doors, I constantly close

All you hoes, go on, take off your clothes

Lord knows, ain't no time to play

Commence to fucking and a sucking on the h-a-w-k

Wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala

Call her, getting laid tonight

Swisha rolled tight, got 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