Chingy
Balla Baby lyrics
Songwriters: Mc Masters, Keith; Bailey, Howard Earl
You know the definition,
Of a balla,
(uh hu) that's me,
C-h-i-n-g to the y,
Let me explain it to you though,
Chorus:
I'm a balla (balla)(say what)
High, roller baby (baby, baby),
Shot colla (that's right) driving chickens crazy, (ain't nobody this crazy) (like me) ,
You a hatta (you a hatta),
Why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know),
Fake playa (yeap, fake playa) scared i'll take ya lady (ain't nobody killin)
(hey, I'm a ball for real),
(oh, oh, oh)
Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty),
I could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me),
And your proud I looking flashy,
Errrthings on your mind,
Just ask me,
I know my errrrelated stuff wasky (wabbit),
Carrots all in the dezzy,
It's a habbit (uh),
Wurrs my cash,
Outside I gotta Benz and Jag (both sittin on chrome).
Is she down for gettin dirty with a "get it" boy,
All I need is one night just hit it boy,
After the club we can checkin at five-star telly,
Get a suite and let me put somethin in your belly,
What's your name sheena,
(ah) that you was shelly,
Don't matta four o'clock,
Just be ready,
For a episode you probably won't come,
Back from,
Your momma must be thick,
That's where ya get your back from,
Chorus:
I'm a balla (balla) (say what),
High, roller baby (baby, baby),
Shot colla (that's right) driving chickens crazy (ain't nobody this crazy) (like me),
You a hatta (you a hatta),
Why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know),
Fake playa (yeap, fake playa) scared i'll take ya lady (ain't nobody killin) (hey, I'm a ball for real),
(hands up, hands up, oh oh oh)
Now I know we keep it crackin ask em and brit, (what's up)
The girls on us so dirty who you rollin wit, (G-I-B)
From magic city to the pink slip in the lou, (lou)
Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from rob jewels,
We been in the spot maaaan hang up flirtin,
We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't burping,
All I know is money, cash,hoes like j,
And I got all three no I dun play,
Chicks call me drama king like k-slay, (k-slay)
'cause in the bed I bring it (yeah) night and day,
Lettin rounds off in em like an ak,
You leavin wit me tell me is it free or do I have to pay, (what you say)
Chorus:
I'm a balla (balla)(say what),
High, roller baby (baby, baby),
Shot colla (that's right) driving chickens crazy (ain't nobody this crazy) (like me),
You a hatta (you a hatta),
Why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know),
Fake playa (balla) (yeap, fake playa) scared i'll take ya lady (ain't nobody killin) (balla) (hey, I'm a ball for real),
(yes, yes, oh oh oh)
I like them black, white, puerto rican, or haitian,
Like japanese, chinese, or even asian, (okay)
Don't matter what color on this occasion, (fo sho)
Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin,
Instead of god it's me these girls praisin,
Meet me at about 6 at the days inn,
5 of em, 1 of me, I'm feelin caged in,
I'm a pimp, I'm gonna keep on playin,
You know I love em for that one night, (one night)
I could take on ten with my one pipe, (one pipe)
Knock em all like a bowlin pin on site, (on site)
Make em soak, change, girl look herre you better get your mind right, ('cause...)
Chorus:
I'm a balla (balla)(say what),
High, roller baby (baby, baby),
Shot colla (that's right) driving chickens crazy (ain't nobody this crazy) (like me),
You a hatta (you a hatta),
Why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know),
Fake playa (yeap, fake playa) scared i'll take ya lady (ain't nobody killin) (hey, I'm a balla for real).
Balla Baby lyrics © Bmg Songs, Inc.; Chingy Music; Empty House Music; Emi April Music Inc.
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