Mr. Baller (featuring Clipse, Pharrel & Tre Little)
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๐ Lyrics
Nah man, we don't take our chains off
Nah
We here to make noise
We here to make noise
Them VA and Detroit boys, we here to make noise
We here to make noise
Nigga, we here to make noise
Them VA and Detroit boys, c'mon, c'mon
Twin Nina Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make ya skin blister
Extended clips cock back quick, the chrome scissors
Wack you out fire gun and bend barrels with broke pistols
Walkin contradiction like quiet noise
No words, eyes blurred with my diamonds poised
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
My life surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life so pricey it send in your body chills
And we baptize cars with hollows through windshields
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
Politic what? Y'all cats don't want none
Wanna see God, first come and meet my gun
This life's a bitch, diamonds to shine, fuck the shit
Detroit, paradise if you roll with my clique
Otherwise it's hell, ain't no escapin the trench
Got a gun, good, you will need it in the land of the drench
Pick 'em up, fuck 'em up, every man for they self
Unless you cheat with a crew, similar to myself
We in a 2-3 killa zone, playin the D, lovin the D
Out-of-towners hatin the D, I die for the D
If I could I'd fuckin marry the D
Stick my dick in the streets and nut up all in the D
You lookin at at least fifty grand to ya face
And if you thought any less just know you made a mistake
And I told you wrong, Clipse in the gray Yukon
Don't mistake your style for hot and it ain't lukewarm
We gets busy, whether dressed in crocodile or lizzy
You can catch a hot ball from my all-black glizzy
Start flamin, watch cats start to explainin
Shoulda known when around my dogs tuck your chain in
Anytime you look, bet you find us in whips
Diamonds and shit, braided skins from the finest of chicks
Royce and Neptune sick like dead babies in restrooms
Malice a dome shot, y'all niggas is flesh wounds
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over
Roll with nothin but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young holdin guns, I kept one with me
In the flatbed in the back of an F-150
I see three and six, me and the Clipse
Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein the tips
So ride with me, die with me
Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world besides pussy
That'll cost you, my whole crew'll stomp you to death
Wearin cleats until you look like a waffle
I won the battle, the first nigga to ever get the cover of The Source
And the cover of Guns and Ammo
Burn you alive soon as you and the fire collide
Hit me, it'll just be a nigga hired to die
Plus I ball, I'm ignorant, dog
I'm a motherfuckin star, nigga, suck my balls, I'm a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
Nah
We here to make noise
We here to make noise
Them VA and Detroit boys, we here to make noise
We here to make noise
Nigga, we here to make noise
Them VA and Detroit boys, c'mon, c'mon
Twin Nina Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make ya skin blister
Extended clips cock back quick, the chrome scissors
Wack you out fire gun and bend barrels with broke pistols
Walkin contradiction like quiet noise
No words, eyes blurred with my diamonds poised
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
My life surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life so pricey it send in your body chills
And we baptize cars with hollows through windshields
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
Politic what? Y'all cats don't want none
Wanna see God, first come and meet my gun
This life's a bitch, diamonds to shine, fuck the shit
Detroit, paradise if you roll with my clique
Otherwise it's hell, ain't no escapin the trench
Got a gun, good, you will need it in the land of the drench
Pick 'em up, fuck 'em up, every man for they self
Unless you cheat with a crew, similar to myself
We in a 2-3 killa zone, playin the D, lovin the D
Out-of-towners hatin the D, I die for the D
If I could I'd fuckin marry the D
Stick my dick in the streets and nut up all in the D
You lookin at at least fifty grand to ya face
And if you thought any less just know you made a mistake
And I told you wrong, Clipse in the gray Yukon
Don't mistake your style for hot and it ain't lukewarm
We gets busy, whether dressed in crocodile or lizzy
You can catch a hot ball from my all-black glizzy
Start flamin, watch cats start to explainin
Shoulda known when around my dogs tuck your chain in
Anytime you look, bet you find us in whips
Diamonds and shit, braided skins from the finest of chicks
Royce and Neptune sick like dead babies in restrooms
Malice a dome shot, y'all niggas is flesh wounds
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over
Roll with nothin but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young holdin guns, I kept one with me
In the flatbed in the back of an F-150
I see three and six, me and the Clipse
Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein the tips
So ride with me, die with me
Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world besides pussy
That'll cost you, my whole crew'll stomp you to death
Wearin cleats until you look like a waffle
I won the battle, the first nigga to ever get the cover of The Source
And the cover of Guns and Ammo
Burn you alive soon as you and the fire collide
Hit me, it'll just be a nigga hired to die
Plus I ball, I'm ignorant, dog
I'm a motherfuckin star, nigga, suck my balls, I'm a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller
What you talkin 'bout, nigga, you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit, nigga, cuz, I'm a baller
I take on all y'all, nigga, now that's a baller