Wanna Be A Baller

It don't quit, as I get high

From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide

Now we worldwide, watch me highside

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

Call her, gettin' 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

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

Trunk hittin' fo' life, baby, it's SouthSide

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

Call her, gettin' 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 comin' out, niggas they wanna sign me

Got the Lil' Will diamond grills in my grin

Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget DenDen

Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin' on a movie

Drop the top with Scott, and you know I'm in a Jacuzzi

Bourbon and I'm swervin', man, it's gettin' 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, gettin' 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

Showstoppin' dead end, 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' talkin' about?

Close yo' mouth, as I settle all scores

Scream and shout, my similes and metaphors

Mansion doors, I constantly close

All you hoes, go and take off your clothes

Lord knows, ain't no time to play

Commence to fuckin' and a suckin' on the H.A.W.K

Wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala

Call her, gettin' 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