Tonalité : Bb minor
Verse 1
F
G
Am
F
Wanna be a
baller, shot caller
G
Twenty-inch blades 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
Verse 2
F
I'm a, baller, I'm a
Am
twenty-inch crawler
F
crawler
G
Blades on Impala,
Am
diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never a leader not a follower
F
Break these boys off I'mma
twenty inch crawler
Am
Bust a left, a right,
F
I'm outta sight I'm throwed
G
I'm bouncin' off the road
I'm in a mode n 'fo
Am
Takin' it to 'em,
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
G
Man it's understood,
got money in my hood
Am
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
F
For the nine-eight got got
to sell a million copy
Am
I'mma crawl slow puffin' on
F
the Optimo hit the sto'
G
I'mma go real slow,
puffin' indo out the do'
Am
I'mma lit the stash green,
man I'm lookin' clean
F
Want remote control,
good green and nice Byzantines
Verse 3
F
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G
Twenty-inch blades 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
Verse 4
F
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
Am
Yo' eyes, get froze,
F
as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do',
let let 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
G
Fat Pat blowin' killa,
can't be denied
Am
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
F
Blowin' sticky green we
flow through and above
Verse 5
F
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G
Twenty-inch blades 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
Verse 6
F
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
G
That's how we be ridin',
Am
alligator suitcasin'
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
Am
Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone,
F
you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town,
pop pop trunks surround by sound
Verse 7
F
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G
Twenty-inch blades blades on the Impala
Am
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
F
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
G
making money the fly way
Am
But there's got to be a better way!
F
Am
F
A better way, better way, yeah
Verse 8
F
I gots to get better man,
it gots to move on
G
Switched from Motorola to
a PrimeCo phone
Am
Broke in two chrome,
now you know no dope pigeon
F
Used to count my spoke,
now these hoes count my inches
Am
F
Had to get older, man it got colder
G
I done got grown and got
a chip on my shoulder
Am
Links in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
F
Boys don't understand
virtual reality Caravan
Am
F
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
G
Drop the top on Scott,
and you know I'm in a Jacuzzi
Am
Bourbon and I'm swervin',
man it's gettin' hot
F
My last name Lemon,
drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor
Verse 9
G
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades blades on the Impala
Am
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
F
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
G
making money the fly way
Am
But there's got to be a better way!
F
A better way, better way, yeah
Verse 10
G
I hit the highway 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
G
I only play to win,
'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
G
Big blue lens,
now whatcha' talkin' about?
Am
Close yo' mouth,
as I settle all scores
F
Scream and shout,
my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors, I constantly close
G
All you hoes,
go and take off your clothes
Am
F
Lord knows, ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin' and
a suckin' on the H.A.W.K
Verse 11
F
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G
Twenty-inch blades blades on the Impala
Am
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
F
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
G
making money the fly way
Am
But there's got to be a better way!
F
A better way, better way, yeah
Outro 1
F
G
Am
F
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