Master P - Ghetto Ballin Lyrics
[Chorus x4]Girls jock meYou cant knock meWe ghetto ballinMy real thugs got meUNNGGHHHHHHHHH![Verse 1: Master P]Love money, hate haters10 years later, still gettin paperPut 20's on the big wheelIt's Univeral nowJust signed a big dealParty at the spot, come ball wit meAnd if you aint a real DonStop calling meIt aint about what you gotIts who you areMy only bad habits are icey carsOpen up my mouth, didnt mean to blind yaTake you to (?) just to wine and dine yaYou wanna make music girl look me upAnd if your girlfriends cute booHook me up, get your drank onI got the tab, we dont speak on nuttinThat we really dont haveI told you it was a bentleyThat was pickin you upMoet and Cristal, we be mixin it upCuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cuntOnly run with the realestThats just business and moneyCall me the big dog, yall the little catsYou aint a true hustler unless you lose itAnd get it back[Chorus 4x][Verse 2: Lil Romeo]Ok, we dont rent or leaseWe do cars(Ya heard?)Compare us to yall whodi, dont tryI got nine houses, eight carsTake my little sister to Mattel to get toysI bet we have how much? Thats only mineAnd that frank limo cost sixty-fiveGeeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boyswanna hate on me?We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stonesThe only thing glowing is the ice on my armWhen I hit the playground, its time to go inI made my first million at the age of tenI love the girls, cuz the girls love meYou cant pick up a magazine without seein meSix Flags, or the mall where you find me atI could buy what I wantI need a whodi che
