Ballers Lyrics by Project Pat

Ballers Lyrics


    [project pat]
    Man, why these niggas always hatin' on hynotize and cash money?
    Man, fuck these niggas!

    [baby]
    What's up wodie? it's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys
    These big time hot boy$, these 3-6 boys,
    Wit the self made millionaire cash money boys

    [turk]
    You done fucked with the wrong nigga
    Must they know that i ride and i shoot quicker
    Should have known not to upset this lil nigga
    You got a click so what nigga my click thicker
    A bunch of real niggas that'll burn ya
    With no waitin' catch ya slippin then jam ya up
    Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me
    Play by the rules
    Or shit i'll kill yo' family
    That's what i do
    Bust ya chest wide open
    And split ya fade nigga
    And them all frozen
    Moves from the 'k nigga
    Turk don't play, when it's time to get serious
    Think i'm a hoe keep it that way and stay curious

    [baby]
    Niggas be shoutin' one love but wearin black gloves
    Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for play
    Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they fake
    Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and touchin' niggas money spot
    And breakin' bread with the woman who put em in that spot
    These niggas wanna trick they hoes
    And play with they nose
    Instead of totin' fo' fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos
    Nigga i done bought more cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes
    And bought more rims than niggas done fucked they main hoe in they assholes
    3-6 told me to roll and unload
    But nigga fuck that
    I'm tryin' to stack and mack
    And that deal with universal shoulda showed that
    But uptown is where its at
    Playboy won't you tell me how you luv that?
    Won't you tell me how you luv that?

    [chorus: repeat 2x]
    Ballers
    We be on some twanky twankies
    Playa hatas get found stanky stanky
    Trickin fat blunts of that danky danky
    Big diamond rangs on our panky panky

    [juvenile]
    Fuck with 3-6 mafia gon' make me millions
    Fuck with cmr gon' make me some more millions
    I can see it, i'm a kill 'em
    And build me and building
    And put some money to the side for my mom and my children
    Ridin' with my nigga rambezee, to the easy
    Drinkin' for my nigga babyzee and b.g.eezy
    Ducked off
    Tinted windows on my candy apple cut dawg
    It's a classy nigga fuck yall

    [juicy j]
    I'm representin' northern memphis to the fuckin' fullest
    We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets
    And when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it
    You see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he would have
    Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a coma
    Cuz niggas gone on that hennessey and marijuana
    And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a
    In that game slangin' came to you blood donors
    It's on, coward

    [lil wayne]
    They call me quick draw 2 pistols lil wayne
    Champagne took my brain i don't think i just aim
    Drop tops on a z-3
    Start shootin' like 3 burners
    How come them try me
    Never know me block burner
    Better watch for lil shorty in black
    Nigga get back
    Bout to make my glock 40 click clack
    Brrr kill it
    It's yo life
    Spill it
    Playin' with the realest
    Pop fire like a skillet
    Now nigga what the dilly
    Highly influenced on cristal
    I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it gets wild
    I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol
    Then deliver him 50 shots and take his child

    [dj paul]
    Punk bitch i dare ya
    I double dare ya step against this pot belly
    Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready
    Weak ass them cowards try to make moves but i knock 'em out
    2nd ones step yall need more help 2 barrels in his mouth
    Face it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal with it
    This is my game, live with it or get killed with it
    These are my dice
    This is my board i let you roll off
    And how you gon' have ice when i cut your fuckin' water off

    Chorus

    [project pat]
    It's the project nigga roll back i own them bricks
    Kickin' game with the hot boy$ and 3-6
    B.g., juvenile, baby, lil wayne
    North memphis, uptown, and we havin' thangs
    Ain't no thang when ya come real ya gotta shine
    I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin' mine
    We in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it
    Full of gin, fucking hoes, like i'm mad russian
    A discussion amongst men means a power move
    Is about to be made for a come-up fool
    Slang that iron when you get in my business
    Hypnotize, cash money, on the rise bitch

    Chorus 2x

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