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t-mac - who da ballas lyrics

yo geezy tell these n-ggas’ who the ballas is

i be that playa-hata dodger
n-ggas’ claim ballers, but they ain’t nothin’ but flodgers
while i stay on the low, that midnight marauder
tryin’ to get my bank account f-ckin’ 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
sh-t you talkin’ bout’ fakers, n-gga’ i’m livin’ in 7
but you playin’ with four so what the f-ck you yappin’ for
cause’ me and my n-ggas’ is always shinin’
lettin’ n-ggas’ know, with that f-ckin’ rolex with dem’ diamonds
twenty-one years old and i’m playin’ in that nav
with b-tches 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 n-gga’ livin’ his dream of regulatin’ cream
nashville, memphis tenn, mega bucks on the scene
know n-gga’ livin’ deluxe, cause’ we dem’ ballin’ n-ggas’
went from seein’ hard times to seein’ six figures
i neva’ thought it could happen, unless i’m pushin’ crack
who 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’ n-gga’ a-g
and that sniper style k!ller mista o.z(o.g.)
and the master of metaphors dat’ x-fac(tor)
we got the king of all ballas my n-gga’ 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 b-tch 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 n-ggas’ dream about
i’m that n-gga’ in the bed yo’ wife scream about
while you l!ckin’ on the p-ssy n-gga’ you suckin’ my d-ck
so i’mma shine and bigtime on you playa-hating tricks
now you tell me n-gga’

who the ballas n-gga’?
can’t f-ck with none of us
yo money ain’t big enough, thats why you hatin’ us
who the ballas n-gga’?
263, shinin’ and bigtymin’ makin’ moves for the money
who the ballas n-gga’?
yeah we made n-ggas’ big-ballin’ and shot-callin’
live and die for six figures
who the ballas n-gga’?
open your eyes i know you see
t-mac done made it funky, n-gga’ 263

a yo it’s ridiculous, the way we p-ss you by life vehicular
navigators on chrome, big-bodies
the entourage loaded with felons and misdemeanor
showin’ up short sh-t
jump out the yuk’ like sub-zero and froze your sh-t
yeah iced out what rollies and all
candy-coats, 18’s, prowlers and all
n-gga’ thats how we rollin’ yall know we ballin’
pick up some gats and watch yall n-ggas’ start stallin’
cartier eyewear, sl!ck gators
black lacs stink lincs, p-ssy in the pink
what the f-ck i’mma freak
plus we smokin’ that sh-t to put your d-ck in the dirt
so when its time to go to work, i put my d-ck in her skirt
after i nut, i say f-ck dem’ b-tches, f-ck dem’ stank–ss hoes
tryin’ to monkey wrench my plan, so my mo’s won’t 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 c-ck for all my n-ggas’ on lock
a yo we smoke an o’ for all my n-ggas’ on parole
so you know its to be sold and not told
we bout’ to shine and unfold, and break this f-ckin’ 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 b-tches
i spark n-ggas’ 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, n-gga’ i stay on
spark the sh-t up for my n-ggas’
we goin’ to the top iced out n-gga’ makin’ six figures
top notch to the fullest
you f-ck with my 263 n-ggas’, 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 n-gga’ 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 n-gga’ steady climbin’

who the ballas n-gga’?
can’t f-ck with none of us, can’t f-ck with none of us
yo money ain’t big enough, thats why you hatin’ us
who the ballas n-gga’?
263, shinin’ and bigtymin’ makin’ moves for the money
who the ballas n-gga’?
yeah we made n-ggas’ big-ballin’ and shot-callin’
live and die for six figures
who the ballas n-gga’?
open your eyes i know you see
t-mac done made it funky, n-gga’ 263

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