Royce Da 5'9" - Mr. Baller (feat. Clipse, Pharell Williams & Tre Little) Lyrics
[Pharell]Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nahWe're here to make noise!We're here to make noiseWith VA and Detroit boysWe're here to make noiseWe're here to make noise!Nigga, we're here to make noiseWith VA and Detroit boys[Pusha T]Twin Nina Ross sistersPromise to never miss yaHit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blisterExtended clips, *****ed back quick to chrome sistersYou wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistolsWalkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"No words eyes blurred with my diamonds poresFour karats in these ears make you call your boysWhile I'm surrounded by *****es with guns and sex toysBlind love for money, head, and warm steelCoke off the boat wrapped in banana peelsLife's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chillsAnd we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields[Hook x2] [Pharell]I'm Mr. Baller, niggaI'm Mr. BallerWhat's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller***** that bullshit nigga cuz I'm a ballerI take on all y'all niggaNow that's a baller[Tre-Little]Hollow tip what?Y'all cats don't want noneI wanna see God, first come and meet my gunLife's a *****Diamonds to shine (*****a) to shitDetroit, paradise if you roll wit my cliqueOtherwse, it's hellAin't no escapin' the tripsThey gotta gun, goodYou'a need it in the land of the trenchPick 'em up, ***** 'em upEvery man for theyselfUnless you cheat wit a crew similar to myselfWe in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the DLovin' the DOut-a-towners hatin' the DI die for the DIf I could I'd *****in' marry the DStick my dick in the streetsAnd nut a bomb in the D[Malice]You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your faceAnd if you thought any less, just know you made a mistakeThey done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey YukonDon't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarmWe gets busyWhether dressed in "crocdile" or LizzieYou can catch a hot ball from an all black LizzieStart flamin', watch they cats start they explainin'Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain inAny time you look, bet you find us in whipsDiamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of chicksRoyce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restroomsMalice and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is flesh wounds[Hook x2][Royce Da5'9]Well, uhI was trained to hang 'til the raid is overRoll wit nuttin' but a whole brigade of soldiersI was young holdin' guns, I kept one wit meIn the flatbed in the back of an F-150I see three and the six, me and the ClipseSqueeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tipsRide wit me, nigga die wit meYo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world beside *****That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to deathWearin' cleats until you look like a waffleI won the battleThe first nigga to ever get the cover of "The Source"And the cover of "Guns and Ammo"Burn you aliveSoon as you and the fire collideHit me, it'll just be a nigga hired to diePlus I ball, I'm ignorant doggI'm a mutha*****in' star, nigga suck my balls(Suck my mutha*****in balls!)[Hook x4]
