Chad Hugo - Mr. Baller lyrics

[Intro] Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah We're here to make noise! We're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys We're here to make noise We're here to make noise! n***a, we're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys [Verse 1: Pusha T] Twin Nina Ross sisters Promise to never miss ya Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister Extended clips, co*ked back quick to chrome sisters You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise" No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores Four karats in these ears make you call your boys While I'm surrounded by b**hes with guns and s** toys Blind love for money, head, and warm steel Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills And we baptize cars with hollows through windshields [Hook: Pharrell] x2 I'm Mr. Baller, n***a I'm Mr. Baller What's you talkin' bout n***a you see a baller f** that bullsh** n***a cuz I'm a baller I take on all y'all n***a Now that's a baller [Verse 2: Tre-Little] Hollow tip what? Y'all cats don't want none I wanna see God, first come and meet my gun Life's a b**h Diamonds to shine (f**a) to sh** Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique Otherwise, it's hell Ain't no escapin' the trips They gotta gun, good You'a need it in the land of the trench Pick 'em up, f** 'em up Every man for theyself Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself We in the "to be" k**a zone, playin' the D Lovin' the D Out-a-towners hatin' the D I die for the D If I could I'd f**in' marry the D Stick my dick in the streets And nut up all in the D [Verse 3: Malice] You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your face And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm We gets busy Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin' Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in Any time you look, bet you find us in whips Diamonds and sh**, break scams from the finest of chicks Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all n***as is flesh wounds [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Royce Da5'9] Well, uh I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over Roll wit nuttin' but a whole brigade of soldiers I was young holdin' guns, I kept one wit me In the flatbed in the back of an F-150 I see three and the six, me and the Clipse Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tips Ride wit me, n***a die wit me Yo this money's the easiest sh** to get in this world beside p**y That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to d**h Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle I won the battle The first n***a to ever get the cover of "The Source" And the cover of "Guns and Ammo" Burn you alive Soon as you and the fire collide Hit me, it'll just be a n***a hired to die Plus I ball, I'm ignorant dogg I'm a muthaf**in' star, n***a s** my balls (s** my muthaf**in balls!) [Hook x4]