Balla Baby [Remix][*] by Chingy

Yeah, yeah, this for my ballers world wide, state to state
City to city, ballers ballers
Let's do this, dirty remix
You know, ching-a-ling
You know how I do it, representing St. Louis
Put your hands up, put your hands up

I'm a baller
(Baller)
Highroller, baby
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller
(Caller)
Driving chickens crazy
Where the shotcaller's at?

You a hater
(Hater)
Why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player
(Player)
Afraid I'll take your lady
Where the shotcallers at?

I got the pots up in the kitchen
I'm just a baller pitching in my division
Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing
My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening

So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing
The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing
Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls
In detroit like I play for the pistons
Baby if you listening, I'm a tour so much


Some folks say I'm missing, getting
This baller skiing, I be running around with it
Spitting it, the hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here
I wish you would in here, we smoke good in here

Moving through your hood shining
Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds
Look mellow, always be grinding, rhyming
I get 50 thousand for an in-store signing, cause I'm a


I'm a baller
(Baller)
Highroller, baby
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller
(Caller)
Driving chickens crazy
Where the shotcaller's at?

You a hater
(Hater)
Why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player
(Player)
Afraid I'll take your lady
Where the shotcallers at?

It ain't nothing to a boss
That's why I spent three hundred on a cross
Pink and yellow, pink and yellow that's the combination
I know a skinny rapper out here playa hating

'Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume
I got my own liquor, why he drinking alizee?
Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock
But I still get respect on my own block


Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back
Three cribs, one viper, and a Mayback
I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman
But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man

Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain
So even when I'm not around, they promote the name
I'm little flip, rapping H-town untill I'm gone
I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb
A baller, baby


I'm a baller
(Baller)
Highroller, baby
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller
(Caller)
Driving chickens crazy
Where the shotcaller's at?

You a hater
(Hater)
Why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player
(Player)
Afraid I'll take your lady
Where the shotcallers at?


That's me, that's right, I've got a bentley for sure
A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more
I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores
I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room

I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore
On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores
Said I'm on another level that you can't afford
Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more


That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more
'Cause my price at work sure be on soar
That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores
'Cause I won't settle for nothing less than more

I'm a baller
(Baller)
Highroller, baby
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller
(Caller)
Driving chickens crazy
Where the shotcaller's at?

You a hater
(Hater)
Why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player
(Player)
Afraid I'll take your lady
Where the shotcallers at?

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