Master P, Jermaine Dupri - Da Ballers lyrics

[Master P, Jermaine Dupri - Da Ballers lyrics]

Say brah bitch you better come on in!
JD whassup?
Where you at? Huh, I'm right here nigga
(Y'all niggas done fucked up now!
Y'all done let the two richest niggas
In the South get together)
Haha check it out It's over!

J got the shorties and uhh
(P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South
(ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggas don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
J what you twerkin wit?
(P what you twerkin wit?)
Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh
(P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South
Ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
But real niggas don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit?
(P what you twerkin wit?)
J what you workin wit?
(P what you twerkin wit?)

I got a bubble-I Hummer
Couple of boats on the beach
I got three hundred on my wrist
And a hundred on my teeth
Well I know they sick of this
Talk about what I got
Nigga with the quickness
But I don't give a fuck
J fuck what they think, I put ice on my tank
A couple of million in the bank
And Cristal is our drink well where we from
Niggas with the most shit rule
Hit all ya hoes, rock all the jewels
Make all the moves niggas dream about
You know the type niggas y'all
Can't keep out your mouth, uhh

J got the shorties and uhh
(P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South
(ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggas don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
J what you twerkin wit?
(P what you twerkin wit?)
Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh
(P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South
Ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
But real niggas don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit?
(P what you twerkin wit?)
J what you workin wit?
(P what you twerkin wit?)

I was on the cover of Fortune
But you know I ain't flossin
I need two armored cars for
All the bread I'm tossin
I got a marble pool table
Gold nine for the haters
Hustler and a player
Got a mansion with elevator
We, ghetto millionaires, we shine like stars
And roll through the hood in
The tightest of cars

Well to me a flooded Roley's
Like a Swatch watch
And a Lex is like a V-Dub
Y'all niggas can't keep up
Since day one I've been on burn
Had hit's back when most
Of y'all was interns, huh
You know the game, yo' bitch chose me
The name? Capital J, Capital D (whoa)

J got the shorties and uhh
(P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South
(ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggas don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
J what you twerkin wit?
(P what you twerkin wit?)
Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh
(P came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South
Ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
But real niggas don't spend money on hoes
What you workin wit?
(P what you twerkin wit?)
J what you workin wit?
(P what you twerkin wit?)

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