Chorus: Fat Pat
  
  Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
  Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
  A caller gettin laid tonight
  Swisher rolled tight, got 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
  
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  [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 yeah we got love
  Blowin sticky green we flow through and above
  
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  [Lil' Will]
  Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks
  Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop
  And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
  to make a million dollars out my first record deal
  Shortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin ear
  Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin on no beer
  Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
  Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide
  We on a fuckin mission Expedition Navigator
  That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
  Puttin it in your face, and that's for real
  Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
  Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
  So nigga nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
  Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin down
  Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
  
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  [Yungstar]
  I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
  Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
  Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
  Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
  Had to get older -- man it got colder
  I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
  Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
  Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan
  Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
  Everytime I'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign me
  Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??
  Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den
  Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin on a movie
  Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
  Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
  My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor
  
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  [Hawk]
  I hit the highway
  Everything's my way, I par-le
  Everyday all day, ain't no way
  Boys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhood
  Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
  I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
  Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again
  Peep the message I send
  Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
  Big bout it Benz -- as I floss through the south
  Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
  Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scores
  Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors
  Mansion doors -- I contstantly close
  All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
  Lord knows -- ain't no time to play
  Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K.
  
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