Im A Balla Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Chorus - 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 

[Verse - Chamillionaire] 

Koopa, I got comma's and zero's 

And alot of robert deniro 

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, yall 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 4 stacks then spend a pair 

Throw 2 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 

[Chorus] 

[Verse - Play] 

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 yall 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 yessuh 

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 ? 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 

[Chorus] 

[Verse - Far East] 

-Yeah, Play F, Skillz 

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 yall 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, but TL call me Greg Street 

[Verse - Skillz] 

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 til' ya hands get tired 

'cause that's the way my wrist feels when I'm tryna raise it higher 

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 

[Chorus] 

[Verse - Lumba] 

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 5 in my eye, I need 10 on my wrist 

So while I'm flippin' ya bitch, I put 10 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