Fat Pat - Wanna Be a Baller

Song Rating: 9.71/10

Song lyrics:

[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But theres got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah

[Verse 1: Yungstar]
Im a -- baller, Im a twenty-inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, not a leader not a follower
Break these boys off Imma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, Im outta sight Im throwed
Im bouncin off the road Im in a mode n fo dem throw dem
Take it to em -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm cant forget Moet along
Im hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man its understood -- got money in my hood
Im pushing big body cant stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
Imma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto
Imma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do
Imma lit the stash green, man Im lookin clean
Want remote control screens and nice byzantines

[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But theres got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah


[Verse 2: Fat Pat]
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big k**a gettin high in the Benz
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big k**a gettin high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do, let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my sh**
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It dont quit, as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin k**a, cant be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above

[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But theres got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah


[Verse 3: Lil Will]
Sittin Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop
And thats for real, so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop -- puttin up your motherf**in ear
Really really dont give a f** and I aint drinkin on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride


Trunk hittin fo life baby its SouthSide
We on a f**in mission Expedition Navigator
Thats how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face, and thats for real
Shinin harder than the grill its the player Lil Will
Down with the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug
So n***a n***a what? Im down with MoThugs
MoThugs an da Bone, you know its goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But theres got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah


[Verse 4: Yungstar]
I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- man it got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Links in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys dont understand virtual reality Caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime Im comin out, n***as they wanna sign me
Got the Lil Will diamond grills ??
Blaze in the Benz and you cant forget DenDen
Boobie diamond Rubys, Im watchin on a movie
Drop the top on Scott, and you know Im in a jacuzzi
Bourbon and Im swervin, man its gettin hot
My last name Lemon, drive my tightum off the lot, David Taylor

[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But theres got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah

[Verse 5: Hawk]
I hit the highway
Everythings my way, I parlay
Everyday all day, aint no way
Boys cant stop as I slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils cant comprehend
Big body Benz -- as I floss through the south
Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
Close yo mouth -- as I settle all scores
Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors -- I constantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord knows -- aint no time to play
Commence to f**in and-a s**in on the H.A.W.K

[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But theres got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 15:37