Mack 10 feat. Birdman & Glasses Malone Big Balla Lyrics

Soft White Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Big Balla
  • 2 So Sharp
  • 3 Hoo-Bangin’ II
  • 4 Mirror Mirror
  • 5 Hood Famous
  • 6 It’s Your Life
  • 7 Street Shit
  • 8 Clack Clack
  • 9 Pushin’
  • 10 Tonight
  • 11 Dedication (To the Pen)
  • 12 Dope Boy
  • Feat. Birdman, Glasses Malone

    Money music right here

    You gotta ball on this
    Many speculate but they don't really know me
    All up in my business where they show be
    Game tight game right like a pro d
    Leaven soft white I rock the whole key
    Rap for the gutter and I never switch reals
    Soft white wash with the deep dish wheels
    Money too big for a clip you's a band
    Broad G a coup in myself a Sedan
    Them other dudes is fail us all they do is fall
    Hoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball
    Why you think these girls around here we the shh...
    And bye the whole bar every town that we hit
    Make music harley boys bump on they dressers
    Y'all felling us eaten up this four car presser
    Certified hit the bricks with perfect diamond
    Game plan flawless like perfect diamonds

    [Chorus x2]
    When I grow up I wanna be a big balla
    Ballin like it's tomorrow
    Bring the good stuff right over the border
    If it ain't about dollars don't holla

    Homie say do it like that put that on christ
    Two years I ain't wore the same t shirt twice
    Hoping out benz don't matter whats hood
    Be a corner for a g lil homie whats good
    Live at the swat meet stay out of function
    All mad at me till I get that thang jump-in
    A real east sider y'all actin like the clan
    Turn G Malone haterz and a g's biggest fan
    G get-tin grands ain't stun-tin y'all threats
    Long as homie understand I leave his ass wet
    The boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast
    Best rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach
    Now mack pay attention how I get the west crack in
    I'm a need that phantom same day I go platinum
    Kink in the glove box money in a cancel
    Petal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole

    [Chorus x2]
    When I grow up I wanna be a big balla
    Ballin like it's tomorrow
    Bring the good stuff right over the border
    If it ain't about dollars don't holla

    In no my jungle shots to the jungle
    Get money keep a 2...
    Mob is how we got to eat
    Ride when we got to creep
    Shorty is a beast hundred on the streets
    Fresh flamed up money never changed us
    Built from the project hood rich and famous
    Kept a Duce with a nickel on me
    Five star g bout money come and see us homie
    Leather tone with a bag black mag bout cash
    Doing out the black jag hundred g's mobs
    See em mc's cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete
    Yeah and junior is the best riding with the west
    Rollin with my smith and wesson
    Got the game off the ground
    Blowing out the pound representing uptown

    [Chorus x2]
    When I grow up I wanna be a big balla
    Ballin like it's tomorrow
    Bring the good stuff right over the border
    If it ain't about dollars don't holla

    When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...
    Bring the good stuff right over the border...
    When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...
    Ballin like it's tomorrow...
    Bring the good stuff right over the border...
    If it ain't about dollars don't holla!!!

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