i'm a balla

i'm a balla

i walk the walk bruh

i'm not a talker

i keep it pimpin' so these women 'll pay me

if you a balla

and bout ya dollars

then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

don't even talk uh

bout what it cost ya

if you ain't really out there gettin' it baby

if you a balla

and a shot calla

then throw ya hands up if you gettin' it daily

koopa

i got comma's and zero's

and alot of robert deniro

i know hoes that love other hoes

that'll get down in a trio

but it ain't nothin' to me though

i'ma grinder

yall know my steelo

got no record or no p.o

but i dodge police like i'm neo

nigga we know

far east and chamillionaire

gon' bring 4 stacks then spend a pair

throw 2 other stacks in the air

we stepped in here like g-g-g'yeah

you a balla

let me see it

you a shot caller

let me see it

bout them dollars

let me see it

pop ya collar

g-g-g'yeah

whomp! whomp!

i'ma head bussa

i'ma keep on paper chasin'

servin' all these muthafucka's

i'ma keep on ridin'

ain't no way yall gonna ever touch us

i'ma keep on chiefin'

puffin'

chokin' on that charlie dutchey

and i keep one on my side

that's my only buddy buddy

i'm movin' weight

like the nutty professor

better get ya change up ooh yessuh

better pack that metal

they'll test ya

stain chain

gotta hit em' hard

when i roll that truck like pastor troy

24's in my? bump

better get em' boy

sick em' boy

gotta make that money

rip em' boy

like a pitbull dog

i'll sick em' boy

here we came to bring in noise

you a balla

let me see it

you a shot caller

let me see it

bout them dollars

let me see it

pop ya collar

let me see it

-yeah

play f

skillz

no matter what they say

no matter what they do

muthafucka's ain't got no clue

of what we tryna do

ride in coupes

ride on koopa

who what?

do what?

muthafuckas you ain't clappin' my crew

keepin' it gangsta

plus yall lack

black on black

ridin' jordans

that ain't coogi homie

quit cappin' you can't afford it

that's how it go

doin' shows

puffin' dro

bangin' beats

far east

from dallas

tex

but tl call me greg street

me and koopa not some hoopers

but we ballin'

i see you actin' stupid

better move it or ya fallin'

pausin'

never keep it movin' like my rims

they say i'm clever

but it's the cheddar i spend that's makes me win

if you a baller then dribble til' ya hands get tired

cuz that's the way my wrist feels when i'm tryna raise it higher

you a balla

let me see it

shot caller

let me see it

bout them dollars

let me see it

pop ya collar

let me see it

like where do i start

or where do i begin

when it comes to ballin' and flossin'

i shine like them rims

that's intend to spin

act like a crip

nah fuck it dog

act like a chimp

like crooked monkeys throwin' up sets

you ain't no throw em' up click

you used to throwin' up bricks

we pro-ballers down south daddy

empty the clips

i got 5 in my eye

i need 10 on my wrist

so while i'm flippin' ya bitch

i put 10 to the lips

it's just that young boy lumba

who's known to bump a

take over the industry

while these other rappers crumble

i'ma balla

you can see it

i'ma shot caller

you can see it

i'ma flosser

you can see it

superstar

gonna be it