Video Im A Balla Ft Far East Y Play N Skillz de Chamillionaire 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Chamillionaire - Im A Balla Ft Far East Y Play N Skillz Lyrics

I'm A Balla Ft. Far East & Play-N-Skillz Song Lyrics
I'm A Balla Ft. Far East & Play-N-Skillz by Chamillionaire I'm a balla, I walk the walk bruh, I'm not a talker
I keep it pimpin' so these women'll pay me
If you a balla and 'bout ya dollars
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Don't even talk uh, 'bout what it cost ya
If you ain't really out there gettin' it baby
If you a balla and a shot calla
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Koopa, I got comma's and zero's
And a lot of Robert De Niro
I know hoes that love other hoes
That'll get down in a trio

But it ain't nothin' to me though
I'ma grinder, y'all know my steelo
Got no record or no P O
But I dodge police like I'm Neo, nigga we know

Far east and Chamillionaire
Gon' bring four stacks then spend a pair
Throw two other stacks in the air
We stepped in here like g-g-g yeah

You a balla, let me see it
You a shot caller, let me see it
'Bout them dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar, g-g-g yeah

I'm a balla, I walk the walk bruh, I'm not a talker
I keep it pimpin' so these women'll pay me
If you a balla and 'bout ya dollars
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Don't even talk uh, 'bout what it cost ya
If you ain't really out there gettin' it baby
If you a balla and a shot calla
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Whomp, whomp, I'ma head bussa
I'ma keep on paper chasin'
Servin' all these muthafucka's
I'ma keep on ridin'

Ain't no way y'all gonna ever touch us
I'ma keep on chiefin', puffin'
Chokin' on that Charlie Dutchey
And I keep one on my side

That's my only buddy buddy
I'm movin' weight like the Nutty Professor
Better get ya change up ooh yes uh
Better pack that metal, they'll test ya

Stain chain, gotta hit 'em hard
When I roll that truck like Pastor Troy
24's in my [Incomprehensible] bump

Better get em' boy, sick 'em boy
Gotta make that money, rip 'em boy
Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick 'em boy
Here we came to bring in noise

You a balla, let me see it
You a shot caller, let me see it
'Bout them dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar, let me see it

I'm a balla, I walk the walk bruh, I'm not a talker
I keep it pimpin' so these women'll pay me
If you a balla and 'bout ya dollars
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Don't even talk uh, 'bout what it cost ya
If you ain't really out there gettin' it baby
If you a balla and a shot calla
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
Muthafucka's ain't got no clue of what we tryna do
Ride in coupes, ride on koopa, who what?
Do what? Muthafuckas you ain't clappin' my crew

Keepin' it gangsta, plus y'all lack, black on black, ridin' Jordans
That ain't coogi homie, quit cappin' you can't afford it
That's how it go, doin' shows, puffin' dro, bangin' beats
Far east from Dallas, Tex, A T L call me Greg Street

Me and koopa not some hoopers but we ballin'
I see you actin' stupid better move it or ya fallin'
Pausin', never keep it movin' like my rims
They say I'm clever but it's the cheddar I spend that's makes me win

If you a baller then dribble till ya hands get tired
'Cuz that's the way my wrist feels when I'm tryna raise it higher
And if you a balla, let me see it shot caller, let me see it
'Bout them dollars, let me see it, pop ya collar, let me see it

I'm a balla, I walk the walk bruh, I'm not a talker
I keep it pimpin' so these women'll pay me
If you a balla and 'bout ya dollars
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Don't even talk uh, 'bout what it cost ya
If you ain't really out there gettin' it baby
If you a balla and a shot calla
Then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

Like where do I start or where do I begin
When it comes to ballin' and flossin', I shine like them rims
That's intend to spin, act like a crip, nah fuck it dog
Act like a chimp like crooked monkeys throwin' up sets

You ain't no throw em' up click, you used to throwin' up bricks
We pro-ballers down south daddy, empty the clips
I got five in my eye, I need ten on my wrist
So while I'm flippin' ya bitch, I put ten to the lips
It's just that young boy Lumba who's known to bump a
Take over the industry, while these other rappers crumble

I'ma balla, you can see it
I'ma shot caller, you can see it
I'ma flosser, you can see it
Superstar, gonna be it