Ballers Up In Here Lyrics - Singles - Nelly

[Chorus](Nelly) 

I see nothing but gangstas up in here 

I see nothing but ballers up in here 

I see nothing but dope stacks up in here 

I see nothing but flossers up in here 

Ah Yeah 

We gon mash it up 

If you ladies want war we gon blast it up 

If you bitches got bling flash it up 

R.A.M Squad, Universal gon stack it up 

Ah Yeah 

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(Nelly) 

You can catch me in tha back like Shaq, nigga, posted up 

Or at the bar with some broad, nigga, toasted up 

Any you open mouth niggers I'm a close 'em up 

Anybody wanna try I'ma burst it up 

I put a T.V. in her headrest I own 

I left a tattoo of Nelly on her, plus I was on on 

It's to the point I can't even get no rest at home 

How many times can a nigga change his phone 

Yeah I left with five bitches but I came alone 

Half these niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone 

Best let me run my game 

'cause yall gon know my name when I bust that thang 

I'm like Celly in the club 

I need more Christmas 

Niggas pissed in the club 

Like who the fuck is this 

Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to take our shine 

I takin' yours I'm just expandin' mine, aiight 

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[Chorus] 

(Ram Squad) 

I'm in the jet like diamonds... shinin' 

Twenties on the S-Tank system bombin' 

Rocks off the chain man... been grimmin' 

Ball till my knees mash 

Stash for the new Jag 

I'm now, win now got money to let my friends know 

Bend down, bend down, down underground 

When I pop up spray relms 

In and out of town for white ice 

But I ain't playin' Dru Down 

'cause I'm platinum bound 

Gon through plus stacks 

Rugged like the motherfucker named Blacks 

Big Benz, Big Rims, Big spendin' it up 

Big ballin' ass nigga from the end of the Dub 

C'mon 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge](Nelly) 

Aiight we gon mash it up 

I'm in the 69 Rolls nigga gas it up 

Anything on the road I'm gon class it up 

80" four screen screech trash it up 

(Ram Squad) 

Niggas want rhymes 

Yall bout to hear me shine 

If I don't sign back with quarters and dimes 

I'm nothin' but a baller till the day that I die 

I'm a live my life of crime 

(Sticky Fingaz) 

Don't trust no thug I'm around the clock 

Hopped out the spot lyin' around the block 

Stay long enough to find a shorty dead on the rocks 

No security, I'm greeting you with pounds and glocks 

Hennessy straight in the glass hold the ice 

I'm unpredictable my life is like a roll of dice 

Got bitches heads turning like the poltergiest 

Except they ain't gold diggers they want diamonds now 

Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in town 

Yo son your man wildin' better calm him down 

Before I beat with the handle and turn him into a vegetable 

And the next time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest of yall 

(Ram Squad) 

Ball out like Stoudamire 

Wave back hairs dry like urban fire 

Blue faced, hard fame, like rocky rider 

We out in St.louis like Mark McGwire 

Twist snips spit fire like a tone barretta 

Millionaire in the ring rock the gold umbrella 

Got the cream cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla 

Tooth out baller yall, livin it better 

Put keys in the hood call me Mr. C 

Heavy neck with the bling like Mr. T 

Seen Nelly's blue truck so I copped the V 

Paid my way out of court so I copped a plea 

Now my slang like Onyx, puff on chronic 

Hear my voice hooked on phonics 

Everyone want to be a baller now 

Wanna be a big shot, shotcaller now 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge]