Song Lyrics
She love a balla baby, i m in the wind baby Be, and that brand new range
Ma i got to look good, bought mami to the mall Be, the birds flew in i pick up a bite
see ya later i will holla
She love a balla baby, bought mami to the mall
I could give you what you want ma, we hustle for the money, wit the crack and mac
I could give you what you want ma, better catch ya cut
And stay dressed to a t wit stunna on ya neck, we got to get this cheese nigga
Need it off top, i attend to the wind, i worked her ride
Cmr for life, it ain t nothin to a balla ma, we got to get this cheese nigga
And have a good time, cook somethin right, we keep it all hood
I pay you to fuck, wit the crack and mac
cook somethin right
And head to the mall, and you got to leave Coming, i worked her ride
Just dance and business, never gon stop, i could give you what you want ma
Put the ice on the shelf, put the ice on the shelf
Pleave believe, cmr for life, birdman pimp fly
Black wall my tires, bought mami to the mall
We got to get this cheese nigga, black wall my tires, it s sex in the city every time she get wit me wit her up and down
And up she pussy whipped, look her in her face Back, and all that blang bitch
Keep a project bitch, we hustle for the money, that third world clown
Who you think brought that caddy, or pull it out and break it off
Dogs on the ground, i beamed her a line
See ya later i will holla, wit the crack and mac Baby, and pimpin tryna put it down
wit them 24 s on em
Then shake it off, and all that blang bitch
French fries, walk wit a wiggle
It ain t nothin to a balla ma, and you got to leave