Tight Whips Lyrics - Ballers - 504 Boyz

[Hook] 

We roll tight whips, everyday 

Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades 

We roll tight whips, everyday 

Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok 

[Verse 1] 

They say the top ain't acting funny 

He ain't holla'd a day 

He got the top back, you know his new Z28 

Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8 

But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!) 

Look like they runnin away 

[Verse 2: Magic] 

I'm doing 80 in the lightin 

Duece trays on shine 

The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em 

Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck 

18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff 

Waking the BLOCK UP! 

[Verse 3: Master P] 

Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci 

And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies 

Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad 

Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman 

Represent the PROjects 

TV when I roll that 

Gamblin for a car, no 

Hope I don't blow that, WHOA! 

[Hook] 

[Verse 4] 

We roll big body Benz it's the navigators 

In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter 

Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine 

Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find 

I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months 

I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts 

Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin 

I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it 

[Verse 5: Yungsta] 

Roll around in tight whips 

Catch me on the night shift 

I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license 

My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when 

First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims 

My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out 

Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out 

Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man 

Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things 

[Hook] 

[Verse 6: Silkk] 

The way we do it 

She got a man, but she still gonna turn around 

Bentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now 

It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss 

Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors 

These boys go hard off 

[Verse 7: Master P] 

We leave the tags in the window, whodee 

Cus it's worth about a hundred 

V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin 

P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift 

Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip 

Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3 

No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week! 

[Verse 8: Lil' Romeo] 

I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops 

Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops 

They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats 

X-Box in the front and the back DVDs 

Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen 

Got the navigation system with the phone in between 

Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors 

We roll on old days around here, that's 24s 

[Hook] 

[Jamaican flow] 

[Verse 9] 

I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong 

The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off 

I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off 

Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff 

[Verse 10] 

Go real glistens 

These chicks, call me Mista Cleana 

A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen 

I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens 

Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing 

HAH 

[Verse 11: Master P] 

We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show 

Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more 

We wiling out, all day, all night 

Cus this is my life, my life, my life... 

[Hook]