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(feat. Dirty, Mega Bucks) Yo Geezy tell these niggas' who the ballas is I be that playa-hata dodger Niggas' claim ballers, but they ain't nothin' but flodgers While I stay on the low, that midnight marauder Tryin' to get my bank account fuckin' larger Whatever's whatever, gotta stay clever for dat' cheddar But don't holler if it ain't six figures or better Ya' better come here with 8, cause' I'm drivin' in five Shine til' I die, so I strive to stay alive Shit you talkin' bout' fakers, nigga' I'm livin' in 7 But you playin' with four so what the fuck you yappin' for Cause' me and my niggas' is always shinin' Lettin' niggas' know, with that fuckin' Rolex with dem' diamonds Twenty-one years old and I'm playin' in that Nav With bitches for every season, yeah we livin' lav(ish) We be chillin' off in Tennessee With 3-6 Mafia and dem' Cash Money H-B's A nigga' livin' his dream of regulatin' cream Nashville, Memphis Tenn, Mega Bucks on the scene Know nigga' livin' deluxe, cause' we dem' ballin' niggas' Went from seein' hard times to seein' six figures I neva' thought it could happen, unless I'm pushin' crack Letras de cancionesWho would a thought a Geech(ie) boy a get paid off rap 263 we livin' major six-figurenaires The best broads, (ver)sace', diamonds, rollie wrist wear We done came along way from bein' small timers Now we blowin' makin' millions bein' rap rhymers Down & Dirty, K-Rob, and dat' nigga' A-G. And that sniper style killer Mista O.Z(O.G.) And the master of metaphors dat' X-Fac(tor) We got the king of all ballas my nigga' T-Mac When I tell you we rollin', you best believe we roll Money so thick that we got it by the truckload Keep yo eye on your girl, you bet not let me get her Cause' you ain't gon' get that bitch back once the Bucks hit her I done told you before that I be livin' deluxe While you hatin' in the cut I'm steady comin' up I make moves that you fake niggas' dream about I'm that nigga' in the bed yo' wife scream about While you lickin' on the pussy nigga' you suckin' my dick So i'mma shine and bigtime on you playa-hating tricks Now you tell me nigga' Who the ballas nigga'? Can't fuck with none of us Yo money ain't big enough, thats why you hatin' us Who the ballas nigga'? 263, shinin' and bigtymin' makin' moves for the money Who the ballas nigga'? Yeah we made niggas' big-ballin' and shot-callin' Live and die for six figures Who the ballas nigga'? Open your eyes I know you see T-Mac done made it funky, nigga' 263 A yo it's ridiculous, the way we pass you by life vehicular Navigators on chrome, big-bodies The entourage loaded with felons and misdemeanor Showin' up short shit Jump out the Yuk' like sub-zero and froze your shit Yeah iced out what rollies and all Candy-coats, 18's, prowlers and all Nigga' thats how we rollin' yall know we ballin' Pick up some gats and watch yall niggas' start stallin' Cartier eyewear, slick gators, black lacs stink lincs, pussy in the pink What the fuck I'mma freak Plus we smokin' that shit to put your dick in the dirt So when its time to go to work, I put my dick in her skirt After I nut, I say fuck dem' bitches, fuck dem' stank-ass hoes Tryin' to monkey wrench my plan, so my mo's wont roll But I get in and hit 16, burn rubber then jet motto And a flashlight photo, while the sun flip my candy-coats No probes, one hundred spokes effects be reversal 263 clique universal, well rounded Now take it how it sounded And why you dumbfounded ????? is how this clique here be bonded A yo we keep it cock for all my niggas' on lock A yo we smoke an o' for all my niggas' on parole So you know its to be sold and not told We bout' to shine and unfold, and break this fuckin' mold Now I'm playin' in my Hum-vees These hoes wanna see T-Mac they gotta come to that S. C. Now I'm all about my bitches I spark niggas' like blunts who try to get up on my riches Now you know I shine all day long Twenty-inch rims, candy on that Navi, nigga' I stay on Spark the shit up for my niggas' We goin' to the top Iced out nigga' makin' six figures Top notch to the fullest You fuck with my 263 niggas', you gonna bite a bullet I got geezy in that Navi, K-Rob in the EX-p Me and bucks in that Bentley, X-Fac nigga' Yukon I got O.Z. out yesterday a hundred thousand dollar bond Now you see my Baby Bone, he's in that jaguar on his way home He got that Rolex on Twenty-karat rock diamonds Twenty round' my wrist ten round my neck nigga' steady climbin' Who the ballas nigga'? Can't fuck with none of us, can't fuck with none of us Yo money ain't big enough, thats why you hatin' us Who the ballas nigga'? 263, shinin' and bigtymin' makin' moves for the money Who the ballas nigga'? Yeah we made niggas' big-ballin' and shot-callin' Live and die for six figures Who the ballas nigga'? Open your eyes I know you see T-Mac done made it funky, nigga' 263 From Letras Mania