| Lyrics: | (feat. Lil' Ron, Young Redd)
Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular
version
You know what (This is the remix y'all)
Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas
Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge
Austin, Corporate Christian (This is the way
we ball)
[Chorus - 2x]
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent
the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we riding blaze, Jags
and Escalades
We Third Coast born but we all sections paid
(This is the way we ball)
[Lil' Flip]
Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs
But
this time around, H.S.E. got my back
Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks
My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat)
Cause I can do that, you know we been
balling
We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling
My engine never stalling, so I'm
speeding like flash
I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash
I've been
blowing hash, I been driving Jags
With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint
When
she touch my car, and if she
Give head, she can't puff my 'gar
But now a nigga grown, so I
need grown money
I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money
Then I'ma see Johnny,
and buy another chain
And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane
[Chorus - 2x]
[Lil' Ron]
I like this grape now, everyday we ball out
This purple stuff all
day, until we all out
We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's
And blow dro all night,
back through the afternoon
I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner
Better
remember, chain froze up li |
