I'm a Baller (Flip My Chips)

I'm a Balla, I walk the walk bruh

I'm not a talker

I keep it pimpin' so these women 'll pay me

If you a balla, and bout ya dollars

Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Don't even talk uh, bout what it cost ya

If you ain't really out there gettin' it baby

If you a balla, and a shot calla

Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Koopa, I got comma's and zero's

And a lot of Robert Deniro

I know hoes that love other hoes

That'll get down in a trio

But it ain't nothin' to me though

I'ma grinder, y'all know my steelo

Got no record or no P.O

But I dodge police like I'm Neo, nigga we know

Far East and Chamillionaire

Gon' bring four stacks then spend a pair

Throw two other stacks in the air

We stepped in here like G-G-G'yeah

You a balla, let me see it

You a shot caller, let me see it

Bout them dollars, let me see it

Pop ya collar, G-G-G'yeah

Whomp! Whomp!, I'ma head bussa

I'ma keep on paper chasin'

Servin' all these muthafucka's

I'ma keep on ridin'

Ain't no way y'all gonna ever touch us

I'ma keep on chiefin', puffin'

Chokin' on that charlie dutchey

And I keep one on my side

That's my only buddy buddy

I'm movin' weight, like the nutty professor

Better get ya change up ooh yessuh

Better pack that metal, they'll test ya

Stain chain, gotta hit em' hard

When I roll that truck like Pastor Troy

24's in my ? bump

Better get em' boy, sick em' boy

Gotta make that money, rip em' boy

Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy

Here we came to bring in noise

You a balla, let me see it

You a shot caller, let me see it

Bout them dollars, let me see it

Pop ya collar, let me see it

Yeah, Play F, Skillz

No matter what they say