Wanna Be A Balla chords by Lil' Troy

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Verse 1
F 
G 
Am 
F 
Wanna be a
baller, shot caller
G 
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Am 
A caller gettin' laid tonight
F 
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
Am 
F 
G 
making money then fly way
Am 
But there's got to be a better way
F 
A better way, better way, yeah

Verse 2
F 
Am 
F 
I'ma baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
G 
Am 
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I, ten hauler, not a leader not follower
F 
Break these boys off I'ma
twenty inch crawler
Am 
F 
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight,
I'm throwed
G 
I'm bouncin' off the road,
I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Am 
Tiny tune hop out my big
F 
body form chain
With the Chong,
can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good,

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Verse 3
diamonds against my hood
G 
Man it's understood got money
in my hood
Am 
I'm pushing, big body can't stop me
For the nine,
F 
eight got to sell a million copy
Am 
I'ma crawl slow puffin' on
F 
the Optimo hit the sto'
G 
I'ma go real slow puffin'
indo out the do'
Am 
I'ma lit the stash green,
man, I'm lookin' clean
F 
Want remote control screens
with ice bezeltynes

Verse 4
F 
Wanna be a  baller, shot caller
G 
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Am 
A caller gettin' laid tonight
F 
Swisher rolled tight,
gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
Am 
F 
G 
making money the fly way
Am 
But there's got to be a better way
F 
A better way, better way, yeah

Verse 5
F 
Big ballin', smashin',
makin' my ends
G 
Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz
Am 
Big ballin', smashin',
makin' my ends
F 
Smokin' big killa,
gettin' high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as
I crawl down on Vogues
G 
Twenty Lorenzo,
smoke all up in my nose
Am 
Yo eyes,  get froze,
F 
as you see my low
Candy red, two- do',
let my top down slow
Hittin', my remote, sittin',
in my shit
G 
Presidential V- 12 with that AMG kit
Am 
It don't quit, as I get high
F 
From K.C. to H- Town, connectin'
South Side
Now we worldwide, watch me high side
G 
Fat Pat blowin' killa,
can't be denied
Am 
187 thugs, oh yeah, we got love
F 
Blowin' sticky green we
flow through and above

Verse 6
F 
Wanna be a  baller, shot caller
G 
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Am 
A caller gettin' laid tonight
F 
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
Am 
F 
G 
making money the fly way
Am 
But there's got to be a better way
F 
A better way, better way, yeah

Verse 7
F 
Sittin' Fat Down South,
Am 
F 
rollin' Benz on blocks
G 
Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop
Am 
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
F 
To make a million dollars out my
first record deal
Shortstop puttin' up
your motherfuckin' ear
G 
Really, really don't give a fuck
and I ain't drinkin' on no beer
Am 
Codeine what I sip,
pistol grip when I ride
F 
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's South Side
We on a fuckin' mission
Expedition Navigator
G 
That's how we be ridin',
Am 
alligator suitcasin'
Puttin' it in your face and that's for real

Verse 8
F 
Shinin'
harder than the grill
it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2- Low, Yungstar be a thug
G 
So nigga, nigga what? I'm down
Am 
with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone,
F 
you know it's goin' down
Represent that H- Town,
pop trunks surround by sound

Verse 9
F 
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
G 
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Am 
A   caller gettin' laid tonight
F 
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
G 
making money the fly way
Am 
But there's got to be a better way
F 
Am 
F 
A better way, better way, yeah

Verse 10
F 
I gots to get better man,
it gots to move on
G 
Switched from Motorola to
a PrimeCo phone
Am 
Broke in two chrome,
now you know no dope pigeon
F 
Used to count my spoke,
now these hoes count my inches
Am 
F 
Had to get older, man, it got colder
G 
I  done got grown and got
a chip on my shoulder
Am 
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
F 
Boys don't understand

Verse 11
virtual reality Caravan
F 
Am 
Double doors, marble floors,
F 
naked hoes around me
G 
Every time I'm comin' out,
niggaz they wanna sign me
Am 
Got the Lil' Will diamond
F 
griller's
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget
Den- Den
Boobie diamond Ruby's,
I'm watchin' on a movie
G 
Drop the top it's cotton and you
know I'm in a jacuzzi
Am 
Bourban and I'm swervin',
man it's gettin' hot
F 
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight 'um off the lot,
David Taylor

Verse 12
G 
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Am 
A caller gettin' laid tonight
F 
Swisher rolled tight,
gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
G 
making money the fly way
Am 
But there's got to be a better way
F 
A  better way, better way, yeah

Verse 13
G 
I hit the highway, everything's my way,
I parley
Am 
Everyday all day, ain't no way
F 
Boys can't stop as I slide
through your neighborhood
Chop, chop, chop,
headed straight to the top
G 
I only play to win 'bout to close up shop
Am 
Show stoppin' dead end, pimp
the pen once again

Verse 14
Peep the message I send
F 
Take these levels that you devils
can't comprehend
Big bout it Benz as I floss through the south
G 
Big blue lens now whatcha
talkin' about?
Am 
Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores
F 
Scream and shout my similes
and metaphors
Mansion doors I constantly close
G 
All you hoes go and take off your clothes
Am 
F 
Lord knows ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin' and-
a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.

Verse 15
F 
Wanna be a  baller, shot caller
G 
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Am 
A caller gettin' laid tonight
F 
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway,
G 
making money the fly way
Am 
But there's got to be a better way
F 
A better way, better way, yeahh