Who Da Balla's

(feat. Dirty, Mega Bucks)

Yo Geezy tell these niggas' who the ballas is

I be that playa-hata dodger

Niggas' claim ballers, but they ain't nothin' but flodgers

While I stay on the low, that midnight marauder

Tryin' to get my bank account fuckin' 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

Shit you talkin' bout' fakers, nigga' I'm livin' in 7

But you playin' with four so what the fuck you yappin' for

Cause' me and my niggas' is always shinin'

Lettin' niggas' know, with that fuckin' Rolex with dem' diamonds

Twenty-one years old and I'm playin' in that Nav

With bitches 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 nigga' livin' his dream of regulatin' cream

Nashville, Memphis Tenn, Mega Bucks on the scene

Know nigga' livin' deluxe, cause' we dem' ballin' niggas'

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' nigga' A-G.

And that sniper style killer Mista O.Z(O.G.)

And the master of metaphors dat' X-Fac(tor)

We got the king of all ballas my nigga' 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 bitch 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 niggas' dream about

I'm that nigga' in the bed yo' wife scream about

While you lickin' on the pussy nigga' you suckin' my dick

So i'mma shine and bigtime on you playa-hating tricks

Now you tell me nigga'

Who the ballas nigga'?

Can't fuck with none of us

Yo money ain't big enough, thats why you hatin' us

Who the ballas nigga'?

263, shinin' and bigtymin' makin' moves for the money

Who the ballas nigga'?

Yeah we made niggas' big-ballin' and shot-callin'

Live and die for six figures

Who the ballas nigga'?

Open your eyes I know you see

T-Mac done made it funky, nigga' 263

A yo it's ridiculous, the way we pass you by life vehicular

Navigators on chrome, big-bodies

The entourage loaded with felons and misdemeanor

Showin' up short shit

Jump out the Yuk' like sub-zero and froze your shit

Yeah iced out what rollies and all

Candy-coats, 18's, prowlers and all

Nigga' thats how we rollin' yall know we ballin'

Pick up some gats and watch yall niggas' start stallin'

Cartier eyewear, slick gators,

black lacs stink lincs, pussy in the pink

What the fuck I'mma freak

Plus we smokin' that shit 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 fuck dem' bitches, fuck dem' stank-ass hoes

Tryin' to monkey wrench my plan, so my mo's wont 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 cock for all my niggas' on lock

A yo we smoke an o' for all my niggas' on parole

So you know its to be sold and not told

We bout' to shine and unfold, and break this fuckin' 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 bitches

I spark niggas' 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, nigga' I stay on

Spark the shit up for my niggas'

We goin' to the top Iced out nigga' makin' six figures

Top notch to the fullest

You fuck with my 263 niggas', 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 nigga' 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 nigga' steady climbin'

Who the ballas nigga'?

Can't fuck with none of us, can't fuck with none of us

Yo money ain't big enough, thats why you hatin' us

Who the ballas nigga'?

263, shinin' and bigtymin' makin' moves for the money

Who the ballas nigga'?

Yeah we made niggas' big-ballin' and shot-callin'

Live and die for six figures

Who the ballas nigga'?

Open your eyes I know you see

T-Mac done made it funky, nigga' 263