Ghetto Ballin' Lyrics - Lil' Romeo

[Chorus x4] 

Girls jock me 

You cant 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 aint a real Don 

Stop calling me 

It aint about what you got 

Its who you are 

My only bad habits are icey cars 

Open up my mouth, didnt mean to blind ya 

Take you to (?) 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 

'cause, 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 aint 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, 'cause the girls love me 

You cant 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, 'cause there aint nothin after sex 

Look, Ma, I'm the best there aint 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 aint 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]