T-Mac - Who Da Ballas lyrics

Yo Geezy tell these n***as' who the ballas is I be that playa-hata dodger n***as' claim ballers, but they ain't nothin' but flodgers While I stay on the low, that midnight marauder Tryin' to get my bank account f**in' larger Whatever's whatever, gotta stay clever for dat' cheddar But don't holler if it ain't six figures or better Ya' better come here with 8, cause' I'm drivin' in five Shine til' I die, so I strive to stay alive sh** you talkin' bout' fakers, n***a' I'm livin' in 7 But you playin' with four so what the f** you yappin' for Cause' me and my n***as' is always shinin' Lettin' n***as' know, with that f**in' Rolex with dem' diamonds Twenty-one years old and I'm playin' in that Nav With b**hes for every season, yeah we livin' lav(ish) We be chillin' off in Tennessee With 3-6 Mafia and dem' Cash Money H-B's A n***a' livin' his dream of regulatin' cream Nashville, Memphis Tenn, Mega Bucks on the scene Know n***a' livin' deluxe, cause' we dem' ballin' n***as' Went from seein' hard times to seein' six figures I neva' thought it could happen, unless I'm pushin' crack Who would a thought a Geech(ie) boy a get paid off rap 263 we livin' major six-figurenaires The best broads, (ver)sace', diamonds, rollie wrist wear We done came along way from bein' small timers Now we blowin' makin' millions bein' rap rhymers Down & Dirty, K-Rob, and dat' n***a' A-G And that sniper style k**er Mista O.Z(O.G.) And the master of metaphors dat' X-Fac(tor) We got the king of all ballas my n***a' T-Mac When I tell you we rollin', you best believe we roll Money so thick that we got it by the truckload Keep yo eye on your girl, you bet not let me get her Cause' you ain't gon' get that b**h back once the Bucks hit her I done told you before that I be livin' deluxe While you hatin' in the cut I'm steady comin' up I make moves that you fake n***as' dream about I'm that n***a' in the bed yo' wife scream about While you lickin' on the p**y n***a' you s**in' my dick So i'mma shine and bigtime on you playa-hating tricks Now you tell me n***a' Who the ballas n***a'? Can't f** with none of us Yo money ain't big enough, thats why you hatin' us Who the ballas n***a'? 263, shinin' and bigtymin' makin' moves for the money Who the ballas n***a'? Yeah we made n***as' big-ballin' and shot-callin' Live and die for six figures Who the ballas n***a'? Open your eyes I know you see T-Mac done made it funky, n***a' 263 A yo it's ridiculous, the way we pa** you by life vehicular Navigators on chrome, big-bodies The entourage loaded with felons and misdemeanor Showin' up short sh** Jump out the Yuk' like sub-zero and froze your sh** Yeah iced out what rollies and all Candy-coats, 18's, prowlers and all n***a' thats how we rollin' yall know we ballin' Pick up some gats and watch yall n***as' start stallin' Cartier eyewear, slick gators Black lacs stink lincs, p**y in the pink What the f** I'mma freak Plus we smokin' that sh** to put your dick in the dirt So when its time to go to work, I put my dick in her skirt After I nut, I say f** dem' b**hes, f** dem' stank-a** hoes Tryin' to monkey wrench my plan, so my mo's won't roll But I get in and hit 16, burn rubber then jet motto And a flashlight photo, while the sun flip my candy-coats No probes, one hundred spokes effects be reversal 263 clique universal, well rounded Now take it how it sounded And why you dumbfounded ????? is how this clique here be bonded A yo we keep it co*k for all my n***as' on lock A yo we smoke an o' for all my n***as' on parole So you know its to be sold and not told We bout' to shine and unfold, and break this f**in' mold Now I'm playin' in my Hum-vees These hoes wanna see T-Mac they gotta come to that S. C Now I'm all about my b**hes I spark n***as' like blunts who try to get up on my riches Now you know I shine all day long Twenty-inch rims, candy on that Navi, n***a' I stay on Spark the sh** up for my n***as' We goin' to the top Iced out n***a' makin' six figures Top notch to the fullest You f** with my 263 n***as', you gonna bite a bullet I got geezy in that Navi, K-Rob in the EX-p Me and bucks in that Bentley, X-Fac n***a' Yukon I got O.Z. out yesterday a hundred thousand dollar bond Now you see my Baby Bone, he's in that jaguar on his way home He got that Rolex on Twenty-karat rock diamonds Twenty round' my wrist ten round my neck n***a' steady climbin' Who the ballas n***a'? Can't f** with none of us, can't f** with none of us Yo money ain't big enough, thats why you hatin' us Who the ballas n***a'? 263, shinin' and bigtymin' makin' moves for the money Who the ballas n***a'? Yeah we made n***as' big-ballin' and shot-callin' Live and die for six figures Who the ballas n***a'? Open your eyes I know you see T-Mac done made it funky, n***a' 263