Master P - Ghetto Ballin' lyrics

[Chorus x4] Girls jock me You can't knock me We ghetto ballin My real thugs got me UNNGGHHHHHHHHH! [Verse 1: Master P] Love money, hate haters 10 years later, still gettin paper Put 20's on the big wheel It's Univeral now Just signed a big deal Party at the spot, come ball wit me And if you ain't a real Don Stop calling me It ain't about what you got Its who you are My only bad habits are icey cars Open up my mouth, didn't mean to blind ya Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya You want to make music girl look me up And if your girlfriends cute boo Hook me up, get your drank on I got the tab, we don't speak on nuttin That we really don't have I told you it was a bentley That was pickin you up Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up 'cause, I'm the player made it cool to be c*nt Only run with the realest that's just business and money Call me the big dog, why'all the little cats You ain't a true hustler unless you lose it And get it back [Chorus 4x] [Verse 2: Lil Romeo] Ok, we don't rent or lease We do cars(Ya heard?) Compare us to why'all whodi, don't try I got nine houses, eight cars Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys I bet we have how much? that's only mine And that frank limo cost sixty-five Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys want to hate on me? We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones The only thing glowing is the ice on my arm When I hit the playground, its time to go in I made my first million at the age of ten I love the girls, 'cause the girls love me You can't pick up a magazine without seein me Six Flags, or the mall where you find me at I could buy what I want I need a whodi che