Wanna Be A Baller Remix by Technickel Lyrics
[Hook]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
20 inch blades on the Impala
Caller, gettin laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, makin money the fly way
But there's gotta be a better way
Better way, better way, yeah
[Verse 1]
Now lemme pause, before this track gets chewed up
Cuz I just wanna say that its so screwed up
That we lost tha Hawkins, brothers both gone
But I ain't cryin, cuz they deserve to go home
They some legends foreal, and thats what I wanna do
Im just tryna entertain no matter who Im talkin to
Im havin dreams bout gold teeth and gold chains
84's on tha car and swerve thru both lanes
I wanna be a baller but its hard where Im from
Sometimes tha bright side gets dark where Im from
In this 501, stay southern forever, mayne
Call me a yung star cuz I Gots To Be Everything
I wanna be tha one callin tha shots
Fall in tha spot and get love from tha ballers and bops
I want yall to feel this in ya Head & Shouldaz
And you gon be Diggin Da South when its over
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I wanna be, somebody somebody can look up to
Little kids gon know my name
Haters gon look at me, eyes sayin fuck you
But I guess thats what comes with tha fame
I guess we all wanna be what we not
And none of them wanna see us get hot
You need somebody to hate on, Im all yours
What tha fuck can I say mayne, we all stars
In this AR we some true G's
We ain't rich, we ain't spendin no two G's
We just roll up and attract a few B's
But we can't be focused on these H-O-E's
Like UGK, we stay Super Tight
But if you from tha south they classify you as a stupid type
I need yall to feel this in ya bones
Cuz somebody gotta put on for my home
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Im crawlin all over tha beat
And Im ballin, a charge won't knock me off my feet
Boys be callin potential buyers on that cell
Never fallin, I ain't tryna go to hell
Im just thinkin of a master plan to get riches
I ain't goin easy, boy, Im tryna leave some fuckin stitches
In these muthafuckin snitches just for doin what they do
They got nothin on me but they tellin on my dudes
Drop a dime and get dropped, thats straight up
Im tryna make it fast, cuz life dont wait up
Even when shit was down, like a dope fiend, I stayed up
When Im gone I'll call God and tell him open tha gates up
Ima baller, hit them fadeaways but never fade up
Shinin in tha dark, never put a shade up
I need yall to feel me foreal, Im sincere
If I dont make it at least you people gon love me while Im here
[Hook]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
20 inch blades on the Impala
Caller, gettin laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, makin money the fly way
But there's gotta be a better way
Better way, better way, yeah
[Verse 1]
Now lemme pause, before this track gets chewed up
Cuz I just wanna say that its so screwed up
That we lost tha Hawkins, brothers both gone
But I ain't cryin, cuz they deserve to go home
They some legends foreal, and thats what I wanna do
Im just tryna entertain no matter who Im talkin to
Im havin dreams bout gold teeth and gold chains
84's on tha car and swerve thru both lanes
I wanna be a baller but its hard where Im from
Sometimes tha bright side gets dark where Im from
In this 501, stay southern forever, mayne
Call me a yung star cuz I Gots To Be Everything
I wanna be tha one callin tha shots
Fall in tha spot and get love from tha ballers and bops
I want yall to feel this in ya Head & Shouldaz
And you gon be Diggin Da South when its over
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I wanna be, somebody somebody can look up to
Little kids gon know my name
Haters gon look at me, eyes sayin fuck you
But I guess thats what comes with tha fame
I guess we all wanna be what we not
And none of them wanna see us get hot
You need somebody to hate on, Im all yours
What tha fuck can I say mayne, we all stars
In this AR we some true G's
We ain't rich, we ain't spendin no two G's
We just roll up and attract a few B's
But we can't be focused on these H-O-E's
Like UGK, we stay Super Tight
But if you from tha south they classify you as a stupid type
I need yall to feel this in ya bones
Cuz somebody gotta put on for my home
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Im crawlin all over tha beat
And Im ballin, a charge won't knock me off my feet
Boys be callin potential buyers on that cell
Never fallin, I ain't tryna go to hell
Im just thinkin of a master plan to get riches
I ain't goin easy, boy, Im tryna leave some fuckin stitches
In these muthafuckin snitches just for doin what they do
They got nothin on me but they tellin on my dudes
Drop a dime and get dropped, thats straight up
Im tryna make it fast, cuz life dont wait up
Even when shit was down, like a dope fiend, I stayed up
When Im gone I'll call God and tell him open tha gates up
Ima baller, hit them fadeaways but never fade up
Shinin in tha dark, never put a shade up
I need yall to feel me foreal, Im sincere
If I dont make it at least you people gon love me while Im here
[Hook]