C.M.L. - Imma Balla lyrics

Here we go get your money right nigga
Bank'd up nigga i’m bank'd up nigga
Imma motherfucking balla balla
Nigga imma balla nigga
Cash Money Lavish D nigga i'm bank’d up

Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
A 100 for the wood grain
Another 80 for the chain

Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
A 100 for the clothes 600 boss, nigga!

I'm balling like Dwight I got
Bitches on my dick
Cross country pimping man
I'm young and I'm rich


Big money bags got me riding foreign whips
50, 000 dollars in a week out a bitch
Bad hoes jock me haters want to pop me
Bitches call me papi suck my dick sloppy
These niggas like Kinkos all they do is copy
I would have bought a Phantom but
I know the fans watch me
I'm bank'd up and cocky
Plus I'm 'bout that action
Big money stackin’ hoes I be taxin’
Bitches pass out when I fuck
Them in that mansion
Dress to impress, I be in the latest fashion
I pimp with a passion bitch I need it all
Don't call my phone bitch
Unless you tryna ball
Young skinny nigga, but you know I stand tall
I blew 20 stacks just
Walking through the mall, bitch!

Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
A 100 for the wood grain
Another 80 for the chain

Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
A 100 for the clothes 600 boss, nigga!

I’m in this game to win 600 Benz
I was knocking COs when I was in the Pen
The first day I came home I spent about 10
Times 10 that's about a 100 my friend
Breaking bitches in, I'm tryna reach the top
Hoes choosing pimping
Cause my money in a knot
You want to fuck with me bitch
I choose your fees a lot
Go take a couple thousand bitch and
Drop it like it's hot
I’m already rich, I'm already young, bitch
I'm already pimping, I'm already strong
Bitch
I'm already balling bitch listen to the song
My name rings bells bitch
I'm cross country known, bitch!

Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
A 100 for the wood grain
Another 80 for the chain

Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
A 100 for the clothes 600 boss nigga

VVS is in my grill mansion on the hill
Hating on my pimping man
Y'all niggas better chill
I knocked your bottom bitch
She fresh from Brazil
Bentley coupe with the wood grain still real
Doing 'bout 90 chain gang shiny
5 0 behind me now they can't find me
Already bank'd up
So these labels can't sign me
I'm rich but I'm grimy, so please
Don't try me my money count fast
I'm just kicking back chilling
Diamonds in my teeth
You can see it when I'm grinning
All the hoes know
That I'm in the game winning
Stacks on deck, petrol mixed with lemon
Ima balla, nigga ain't no pretending
Hoes breaking bread 'cause they
Know a nigga pimping money recommending
Bitches comprehending
Cash Money Lav D, big money spending bitch!

Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
A 100 for the wood grain
Another 80 for the chain

Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
Imma balla imma god damn balla
A 100 for the clothes 600 boss nigga