Yeah Yeah Lyrics - Ballers - 504 Boyz

[Master P] 

Check my status, then check my name 

You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game 

Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller 

From Uptown, got a house and a quarter 

You wanna fight me, then bite me 

Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me 

We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris 

Then we smoked out our band new parlay 

I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass 

I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass 

Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy 

I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies 

But I'll freak you, won't beat you 

You buck then I'll be the preacher 

We in it, we winning 

They can't stop the New No Limit 

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x] 

You wanna be me, we off the heezy 

Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy 

You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning 

Who we be, the New No Limit 

[Slay Sean] 

Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy 

You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats 

Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish 

Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris 

I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage 

You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed 

We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit 

We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this 

Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid 

I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist 

My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this 

I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it 

[Chorus - 2x] 

[Young Blaze] 

Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix 

You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks 

In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O 

And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do' 

I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower 

Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover 

Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning 

Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning 

[Chorus - 2x]