Chorus: Fat Pat



Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala

A caller gettin laid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY

But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!

A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH



[Yungstar]

I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler

Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller

I-10 hauler, not a leader not follower

Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler

Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed

I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem

Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form

Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along

I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood

Man it's understood -- got money in my hood

I'm pushing big body can't stop me

For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy

I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'

I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'

I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean

Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes



Chorus



[Fat Pat]

Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends

Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz

Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends

Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz

In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues

Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose

Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low

Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow

Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit

Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit

It don't quit, as I get high

from K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide

Now we worldwide, watch me highside

Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied

187 thugs, oh yea