Master P - Ghetto Ballin Lyrics

[Chorus x4]
Girls jock me
You can't 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 ain't a real Don
Stop calling me
It ain't about what you got
Its who you are
My only bad habits are icey cars
Open up my mouth, didn't mean to blind ya
Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya
You want to make music girl look me up
And if your girlfriends cute boo
Hook me up, get your drank on
I got the tab, we don't speak on nuttin
That we really don't have
I told you it was a bentley
That was pickin you up
Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up
'cause, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt
Only run with the realest
that's just business and money
Call me the big dog, why'all the little cats
You ain't a true hustler unless you lose it
And get it back

[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 2: Lil Romeo]
Ok, we don't rent or lease
We do cars(Ya heard?)
Compare us to why'all whodi, don't try
I got nine houses, eight cars
Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys
I bet we have how much? that's only mine
And that frank limo cost sixty-five
Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys
want to 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, 'cause the girls love me
You can't 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 che