Chorus - Chamillionaire]   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      [Verse - Chamillionaire]   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      [Chorus]      [Verse - Play]   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      [Chorus]      [Verse - Far East]   -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      [Verse - Skillz]   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   'cause 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      [Chorus]      [Verse - Lumba]   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