Ballers Lyrics - Hot Boys

Man, why these niggas always hatin' on hypnotize and Cash Money? 

Man, fuck these niggas! 

What's up wodie? 

It's these gold girl and these platinum-mouth boys 

These big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys 

Wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys 

You done fucked with the wrong nigga 

Must they know that I ride and I shoot quicker 

Should have known not to upset this lil' nigga 

You got a click so what nigga my click thicker 

A bunch of real niggas that'll burn ya 

With no waitin' catch ya slippin' then jam ya up 

Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me 

Play by the rules or shit I'll kill yo' family 

That's what I do 

Bust ya chest wide open 

And split ya fade nigga 

And them all frozen 

Moves from the 'K nigga 

Turk don't play when it's time to get serious 

Think, I'm a hoe 

Keep it that way and stay curious 

Niggas be shoutin' one love but wearin' black gloves 

Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for play 

Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they fake 

Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and touchin' niggas money spot 

And breakin' bread with the woman who put 'em in that spot 

These niggas wanna trick they hoes 

And play with they nose 

Instead of totin' fo' fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos 

Nigga, I done bought more cars 

Than niggas done bought pussy hoes 

And bought more rims than niggas 

Done fucked they main hoe in they assholes 

3-6 told me to roll and unload 

But nigga fuck that 

I'm tryin' to stack and mack 

And that deal with Universal shoulda showed that 

But Uptown is where it's at 

Playboy won't you tell me how you luv that? 

Won't you tell me how you luv that? 

Ballers 

We be on some twanky, twankies 

Playa hatas get found stanky, stanky 

Trickin' fat blunts of that danky, danky 

Big diamond rangs on our panky, panky 

We be on some twanky, twankies 

Playa hatas get found stanky, stanky 

Trickin' fat blunts of that danky, danky 

Big diamond rangs on our panky, panky 

Fuck with 3-6 Mafia gon' make me millions 

Fuck with CMR gon' make me some more millions 

I can see it, I'm a kill 'em 

And build me and building 

And put some money to the side for my mom and my children 

Ridin' with my nigga Rambezee, to the easy 

Drinkin' for my nigga Babyzee and B.G.eezy 

Ducked off 

Tinted windows on my candy apple cut dawg 

It's a classy nigga, fuck ya'll 

I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fuckin' fullest 

We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets 

And when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it 

You see a nigga holdin' gauge and you wish he would have 

Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a coma 

'Cuz niggas gone on that Hennessey and Marijuana 

And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a 

In that game slangin' came to you blood donors 

It's on, coward 

They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil' Wayne 

Champagne took my brain, I don't think I just aim 

Drop tops on a Z-3 

Start shootin' like 3 burners 

How come them try me 

Never know me block burner 

Better watch for lil' shorty in black 

Nigga get back 

'Bout to make my glock 40 click clack 

Brrr kill it 

It's yo Life 

Spill It 

Playin' with the realest 

Pop fire like a skillet 

Now nigga what the dilly 

Highly influenced on Cristal 

I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it gets wild 

I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol 

Then deliver him 50 shots 

And take his child 

Punk bitch I dare ya 

I double dare ya step against this pot belly 

Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready 

Weak ass them cowards try to make moves but I knock 'em out 

2nd ones step ya'll need more help 

2 barrels in his mouth 

Face it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal with it 

This is my game, live with it or get killed with it 

These are my dice 

This is my board I let you roll off 

And how you gon' have ice 

When I cut your fuckin' water off 

We be on some twanky, twankies 

Playa hatas get found stanky, stanky 

Trickin' fat blunts of that danky, danky 

Big diamond rangs on our panky, panky 

It's the project nigga, roll back I own them bricks 

Kickin' game with the Hot Boy$ and 3-6 

B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil' Wayne 

North Memphis, Uptown and we havin' thangs 

Ain't no thang when ya come real ya gotta shine 

I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin' mine 

We in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it 

Full of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad Russian 

A discussion amongst men means a power move 

Is about to be made for a come-up fool 

Slang that iron when you get in my business 

Hypnotize, Cash Money on the rise bitch 

We be on some twanky, twankies 

Playa hatas get found stanky, stanky 

Trickin' fat blunts of that danky, danky 

Big diamond rangs on our panky, panky 

We be on some twanky, twankies 

Playa hatas get found stanky, stanky 

Trickin' fat blunts of that danky, danky 

Big diamond rangs on our panky, panky