Kunci: Bb minor
Verse 1
F
G
Am
F
Wanna be a
baller, shot caller
G
Twenty- inch blades on the Impala
Am
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
F
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
Am
F
G
making money the fly way
Am
But there's got to be a better way!
F
A better way, better way, yeah
I'm a, baller, I'm a twenty-
inch crawler
G
Am
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I- 10 hauler, never a leader not a follower
F
Break these boys off I'mma
twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right,
I'm outta sight I'm throwed
G
I'm bouncin' off the road
I’m in a mode n 'fo
hop out my big body form
F
Chain with the charm can't
forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good,
diamonds against my wood
got money in my hood
Am
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
F
For the nine- eight got to
sell a million copy
I'mma crawl slow puffin' on
the Optimo hit the sto'
puffin' indo out the do'
Am
I'mma lit the stash green,
man I'm lookin' clean
good green and nice Byzantines
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G
Twenty- inch blades on the Impala
Am
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
F
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
F
G
making money the fly way
Am
But there's got to be a better way!
F
A better way, better way, yeah
Big ballin', smashin',
makin' my ends
G
Smokin' big killa gettin' high in the Benz
Am
Big ballin', smashin',
makin' my ends
F
Smokin' big killa gettin'
high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl
down on Vogues
G
Twenty Lorenzo,
smoke all up in my nose
Candy- red, two- do',
let my top down slow
Hittin', my remote, sittin',
in my shit
G
Presidential V- 12 with that AMG kit
Am
It don't quit, as I get high
F
From K.C. to H- Town, connectin'
SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
can't be denied
Am
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
flow through and above
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G
Twenty- inch blades on the Impala
Am
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
F
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
Am
F
G
making money the fly way
Am
But there's got to be a better way!
F
A better way, better way, yeah
Sittin' Fat Down South,
Am
F
rollin' Benz on blocks
G
Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop
Am
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
F
To make a million dollars out my
first record deal
Shortstop,
puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear
G
Really really don't give a fuck
and I ain't drinkin' on no beer
Am
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
F
Trunk hittin' fo' life baby
it's SouthSide
We on a fuckin' mission Expedition,
Navigator
Puttin' it in your face,
and that's for real
F
Shinin' harder than the grill
it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug
G
So nigga nigga what? I'm down with
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone,
you know it's goin' down
pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G
Twenty- inch blades on the Impala
Am
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
F
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
Am
F
G
making money the fly way
Am
But there's got to be a better way!
F
A better way, better way, yeah
I gots to get better man,
it gots to move on
G
Switched from Motorola to
a PrimeCo phone
now you know no dope pigeon
now these hoes count my inches
Am
F
Had to get older, man it got colder
a chip on my shoulder
Am
Links in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
virtual reality Caravan
Double doors marble floors naked
hoes around me
G
Everytime I'm comin' out,
niggas they wanna sign me
Am
Got the Lil' Will diamond
grills in my grin
F
Blaze in the Benz and you can't
forget DenDen
Boobie diamond Ruby's,
I'm watchin' on a movie
and you know I'm in a Jacuzzi
Am
Bourbon and I'm swervin',
man it's gettin' hot
drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G
Twenty- inch blades on the Impala
Am
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
F
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
C
But there's got to be a better way!
F
A better way, better way, yeah
I hit the highway
G
Everything's my way, I parlay
Am
Everyday all day, ain't no way
F
Boys can't stop as I slide
through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop,
headed straight to the top
'bout to close up shop
Am
Showstoppin' dead
end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I send
F
Take these levels that you devils
can't comprehend
Big body Benz, as I floss through the south
now whatcha' talkin' about?
as I settle all scores
my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors, I constantly close
go and take off your clothes
Am
Lord knows, ain't no time to play
a suckin' on the H.A.W.K
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G
Twenty- inch blades on the Impala
Am
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
F
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
Am
F
Am
But there's got to be a better way!
F
A better way, better way, yeah
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