Ghetto Ballin'

[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 Europe just to wine and dine ya You wanna make music girl look me up And if your girlfriends cute boo Hook me up, get your drank on I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin That we really dont have I told you it was a bentley That was pickin you up Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up Cuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt Only run with the realest Thats just business and money Call me the big dog, yall 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 dont rent or lease We do cars(Ya heard?) Compare us to yall whodi, dont try I got nine houses, eight cars Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys I bet we have how much? Thats only mine And that frank limo cost sixty-five Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys Wanna 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, cuz 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 check, Uh! [Chorus 4x] [Verse 3: Silkk] We keep it real, we dont lie We comin at you, look look We dont try So they heard I was the best in the south She said I dont wanna be with you I just wanna test you out" I said Ma you gotta know fast Look, I dont have to touch you But tomorrow you gon' have to bail like Usher She said, what I'm gon' do after this I said nothin, cuz there ain't nothin after sex Look, Ma, I'm the best there ain't nothin after me TRU player for real, ask Master P I can get you the finer things Designer names, designer things Talkin bout diamond rings Hit the mall up, to armonte exchange You with that climb the range Look, I'm a baller Ma, just my extra game Doctor feelgood, minus the pain If you married, you ain't gotta hide your ring I know you get boys sometimes Come on, try some things If we get high in New Orleans We can fly to Maine Learn some new languages We can fly to Spain Look at what my ring say Now thats a hell of a ring I said, no V-P in Rome Thats a hell of a team And yo, I'll do us, thats a hell of a dream And if I say so my self, No Limit Thats a hell of a thing, Holla! [Chorus 4x]