paroles de chanson Ghetto Ballin - Master P
(Feat.
Lil'
Romeo,
Silkk
the
Shocker)
[Chorus
x4]
Girls
jock
me
You
cant
knock
me
We
ghetto
ballin
My
real
thugs
got
me
UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!
[Verse
1:
Master
P]
Love
money,
hate
haters
10
years
later,
still
gettin
paper
Put
20's
on
the
big
wheel
It's
Univeral
now
Just
signed
a
big
deal
Party
at
the
spot,
come
ball
wit
me
And
if
you
aint
a
real
Don
Stop
calling
me
It
aint
about
what
you
got
Its
who
you
are
My
only
bad
habits
are
icey
cars
Open
up
my
mouth,
didnt
mean
to
blind
ya
Take
you
to
(?)
just
to
wine
and
dine
ya
You
wanna
make
music
girl
look
me
up
And
if
your
girlfriends
cute
boo
Hook
me
up,
get
your
drank
on
I
got
the
tab,
we
dont
speak
on
nuttin
That
we
really
dont
have
I
told
you
it
was
a
bentley
That
was
pickin
you
up
Moet
and
Cristal,
we
be
mixin
it
up
Cuz,
I'm
the
player
made
it
cool
to
be
cunt
Only
run
with
the
realest
Thats
just
business
and
money
Call
me
the
big
dog,
yall
the
little
cats
You
aint
a
true
hustler
unless
you
lose
it
And
get
it
back
[Chorus
4x]
[Verse
2:
Lil
Romeo]
Ok,
we
dont
rent
or
lease
We
do
cars(Ya
heard?)
Compare
us
to
yall
whodi,
dont
try
I
got
nine
houses,
eight
cars
Take
my
little
sister
to
Mattel
to
get
toys
I
bet
we
have
how
much?
Thats
only
mine
And
that
frank
limo
cost
sixty-five
Geeez,
Oooh
Wee,
now
why
little
boys
Wanna
hate
on
me?
We
rock
Grade
A
(?)
to
cubian
stones
The
only
thing
glowing
is
the
ice
on
my
arm
When
I
hit
the
playground,
its
time
to
go
in
I
made
my
first
million
at
the
age
of
ten
I
love
the
girls,
cuz
the
girls
love
me
You
cant
pick
up
a
magazine
without
seein
me
Six
Flags,
or
the
mall
where
you
find
me
at
I
could
buy
what
I
want
I
need
a
whodi
check,
Uh!
[Chorus
4x]
[Verse
3:
Silkk]
We
keep
it
real,
we
dont
lie
We
comin
at
you,
look
look
We
dont
try
So
they
heard
I
was
the
best
in
the
south
She
said
I
dont
wanna
be
with
you
I
just
wanna
test
you
out"
I
said
Ma
you
gotta
know
fast
Look,
I
dont
have
to
touch
you
But
tomorrow
you
gon'
have
to
bail
like
Usher
She
said,
what
I'm
gon'
do
after
this
I
said
nothin,
cuz
there
aint
nothin
after
sex
Look,
Ma,
I'm
the
best
there
aint
nothin
after
me
TRU
player
for
real,
ask
Master
P
I
can
get
you
the
finer
things
Designer
names,
designer
things
Talkin
bout
diamond
rings
Hit
the
mall
up,
to
armonte
exchange
You
with
that
climb
the
range
Look,
I'm
a
baller
Ma,
just
my
extra
game
Doctor
feelgood,
minus
the
pain
If
you
married,
you
aint
gotta
hide
your
ring
I
know
you
get
boys
sometimes
Come
on,
try
some
things
If
we
get
high
in
New
Orleans
We
can
fly
to
Maine
Learn
some
new
languages
We
can
fly
to
Spain
Look
at
what
my
ring
say
Now
thats
a
hell
of
a
ring
I
said,
no
V-P
in
Rome
Thats
a
hell
of
a
team
And
yo,
I'll
do
us,
thats
a
hell
of
a
dream
And
if
I
say
so
my
self,
No
Limit
Thats
a
hell
of
a
thing,
Holla!
[Chorus
4x]
1 Take It Outside
2 Ghetto Ballin
3 Ooohhhwee
4 Real Love
5 We Want Dough
6 The Block
7 A Woman
8 Back on Top
9 The Farm
10 What I'm Bout
11 Whoadie Gone
12 I Don't
13 Rock It
14 Lose It and Get It Back
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