Bun B - I'm Ballin' (feat. Jazzy Pha) lyrics

(Intro) Oooooohweeee Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok) Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright) Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok) Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright) It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle) It's Bun B and (Phizzle-Phizzle-Phizzle) It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle) Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and gentlemen (Hook: Jazze Pha - 2x) Got me some bread, made some paper Costly fabrics, minks and gators b**h I'm balling (diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good) (Bun B) Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower It's already understood, I got the money and the power I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over But I'ma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean I've been stacking all this green, now it's time for some spending I've been cool about this grinding, but ain't no mo' pretending (Hook - 2x) (Bun B) Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs And if I get some'ing for me, I'm getting some'ing for my folks Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags We all walking out of this mall, with big bags And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to the good We bout getting this money, like some real G's should And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man You can't be like Bun B, so why try to Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do (Hook - 2x) (Bun B) Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car It's already understood, that we buying out the bar It's a line around the corner, people trying to get inside But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner 2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop em So if you see n***as out there, playa hating then stop em Cause we don't really wanna have, to bust a motherf**er's head We just wanna holla at bad b**hes, and spend this bread We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain Cause I'ma rep, like a motherf**ing underground king (Hook - 2x)