Chamillionaire - I'm a Baller lyrics

(*talking*) Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live From Redd's showroom ya heard me (off top) We still balling, we still doing this sh** ya heard me We still in it (believe that) it's that flame sh** [Yung Redd] The wheels on my truck, go round and round I'm sitting 24 inches, off of the ground How that sound, mama said do what you'd like Hold it rocking flights, red, white and blue stripes But hold up, down South still on nonstop Cause we been representing down here, for a while With no solo album, I was still amazing Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around Two skinny, but my stacks keep weighing me down They say balling is a habit no, I can't help it Now I got more green, than a Boston Celtic So I'm going all out, on a money route Now I think these n***as, really know what I'm about I don't know where you been, I don't know where you from But around these parts, we get it how it come [Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x] See I'm a flosser, balling like you see it Recognize me as a balla, legend in the streets Best believe I did it all but, that will never stop me From feeling like a flosser, cause I'm a balla [T.C.] I'm still in the game, y'all catch my drift I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip When I hop out the truck, y'all catch my drift The rolly's so icy, b**h get off my dick We ride the finest cars, you know we stay stunting Rims so big on the six, they sit funny If it ain't broke don't fix it, blunt it and blist it In a all blue something, with the plates unlisted Like Nike, keeping you b**h n***as in check Yeah whodi you know me, they boy is back With two bricks, two chicks and two platinum Macks I stay grinding, so you know I stay shining [Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x] [Yung Redd] See I'm like a value meal, my doe supersized Copping a brand new Bentley, Coupe to ride With mo' cake than a bakery, we got cream Candy truck radio up, like Raheim 7-1-3 n***a, that's the name of my team We still get full of that syrup, and gangsta lean I still be ghetto fab, if I drove a yellow cab Yung Redd enough said, my n***as got cash Don't get it twisted up, my wrist lit up You gotta show me something, for me to get up Just call me a rough neck, but I cash enough checks To put me in a Vet, and roll off with a set The streets give me respect, for everything that I did As a kid I always kept a strap, close to my ribs But I don't know where you been, and I don't know where you from But around these parts, we get it how it come [Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x]