(phone ringing) - Hello? What? So that's who it was, huh? Man, that be my boss
since grade school, man. We gon' freelance together. I tell you what, I'm gonna
meet your spot now, aight? You keep it right there,
I'll be there in a minute. ♪♪♪ ♪ 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 with them foe them ♪ ♪ Take it to 'em ♪ ♪ Hop out my big body form ♪ ♪ Chain with the charm,
can't forget Moet along ♪ ♪ I'm hot, find me looking good,
diamonds against my 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 copy ♪ ♪ I'ma crawl slow puffin
on the Optimo hit the store ♪ ♪ I'ma go real slow ♪ ♪ Puffin indo out the door ♪ ♪ I'ma lit the stash green,
man I'm looking clean ♪ ♪ Want remote control
screens 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 -- ♪ ♪ Presidential V-12
with that AMG kit ♪ ♪ It don't quit, as I get high ♪ ♪ From K.C. to H-Town,
connecting SouthSide ♪ ♪ Now we worldwide,
watch me highside ♪ ♪ Fat Pat blowing killa,
can't be denied ♪ ♪ 187 thugs,
oh yeah we got love ♪ ♪ Blowing sticky green we flow
through and above ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Sittin' Fat Down South,
rolling Benz on blocks ♪ ♪ More 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 mother-- ear ♪ ♪ Really really
don't give a -- ♪ ♪ And I ain't
drinking on no beer ♪ ♪ Codeine what I sip,
pistol grip when I ride ♪ ♪ Trunk hit for life
baby it's SouthSide ♪ ♪ We on a -- mission
Expedition Navigator ♪ ♪ That's how we be riding,
alligator suitcasin ♪ ♪ Puttin' 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 an' 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 ♪ - You steal my money? After I been
like a brother to you? You wanna be a baller
that bad, huh? I tell you what. You keep this.
