Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Balla , by - Flo Rida. Release date: 30.03.2009
Song language: English
Balla |
| This for my ballas ayyyy |
| I guess I’m gettin what I had comin |
| Wish they told me I’ll be stuntin |
| All my life I’m tryin get money |
| All my life I’m tryin get money |
| This for my ballas I’m a balla |
| Flo Rida be the landlaord I need tht rent money |
| I’m a poor boy eryday I get cake honey |
| Birthday man my pinata my state honey |
| Take one glance and the prada got um haten on me |
| Gun shinin on the waist yeah the waist sunny |
| Like biggie rappin I’ll ain’t the way dummy |
| Jack boys soveniers to the big tummy |
| New year chopper wet like the nose runny |
| Shot clothes takin over what yoes |
| Soround light bulbs where the sound light blows |
| The south got soul grand mama got gold |
| Real grandady like formin no smoke |
| This be the truth loose slips dext told |
| Got to get fat carrots see these xxx like kimor |
| Thick hips holla back like I’m in a lambo |
| Playin xxxxxxx my career peep the rap game cold |
| Tht mg get it 305 fitiy keep tht 22 got to get it |
| Hustle all day be broke the next |
| I’ll sleep when I day I need tht check |
| Never thought shitll pop off like this |
| Yeah your dam ryte fool I never had shit |
| Stuntin reel hard like I wanna blow it all |
| I ain’t tryin do xxxx but ball |
| It’s my time the roly don’t lie |
| For nikkas out there I’m a up my fire |
| Shit don’t change till a nikka more tired |
| If nikkas feel different, you a god dam lie |
| I’m so high but I’m like xxxx it |
| Tht home boy b like a motherfucking bucket |
| I’m straight thuggin the hoes just love it |
| Your boy xxxx and yes I does it |
| Boy I’m rich and yeah I’m gettin money |
| If it’s close enough then I see it comin |
| Call me a balla call me what you want |
| Call me a real goon riding in a donk |
| Call me broke cause tht I ain’t |
| I mite be a po boy trying get bank |
| All my life I’ve ben trying get mo |
| When it goes down I culd tell you how it go |
| Whoa |
| Straight from the hood to the good with the bad |
| Lot these growin up I wish I had |
| But everything in life ain’t promised |
| Them the last words I herd from momma |
| Stay reel watching for the haters |
| Here they come but with money you forlay them |
| I feel like spendin and I want it |
| No matter how I get it. |