Ballers Up In Here Lyrics

Ballers Up In Here lyrics

[Chorus](Nelly)

     I see nothing but gangstas up in here

     I see
nothing but ballers up in here

     I see nothing but dope stacks up in
here

     I see nothing but flossers up in here



     Ah Yeah

 
   We gon mash it up

     If you ladies want war we gon blast it up

    
If you bitches got bling flash it up

     R.A.M Squad, Universal gon stack
it up

     Ah Yeah



     (Nelly)

     You can catch me in tha
back like Shaq, nigga, posted up

     Or at the bar with some broad, nigga,
toasted up

     Any you open mouth niggers I'm a close 'em up

    
Anybody wanna try I'ma burst it up

     I put a T.V. in her headrest I
own

     I left a tattoo of Nelly on her, plus I was on on

     It's to
the point I can't even get no rest at home

     How many times can a nigga
change his phone

     Yeah I left with five bitches but I came alone

  
  Half these niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone

     Best let me
run my game

     Cuz yall gon know my name when I bust that thang

    
I'm like Celly in the club

     I need more Christmas

     Niggas
pissed in the club

     Like who the fuck is this

     Country nigga in
this bitch tryin' to take our shine

     I takin' yours I'm just expandin'
mine, aiight



     [Chorus]



     (Ram Squad)

     I'm in
the jet like diamonds... shinin'

     Twenties on the S-Tank system
bombin'

     Rocks off the chain man... been grimmin'

     Ball till my
knees mash

     Stash for the new Jag

     I'm now, win now got money to
let my friends know

     Bend down, bend down, down underground

    
When I pop up spray relms

     In and out of town for white ice

    
But I ain't playin' Dru Down

     Cuz I'm platinum bound

     Gon
through plus stacks

     Rugged like the motherfucker named Blacks

    
Big Benz, Big Rims, Big spendin' it up

     Big ballin' ass nigga from the
end of the Dub

     C'mon



     [Chorus]



    
[Bridge](Nelly)

     Aiight we gon mash it up

     I'm in the 69 Rolls
nigga gas it up

     Anything on the road I'm gon class it up

     80"
four screen screech trash it up



     (Ram Squad)

     Niggas want
rhymes

     Yall bout to hear me shine

     If I don't sign back with
quarters and dimes

     I'm nothin' but a baller till the day that I
die

     I'm a live my life of crime



     (Sticky Fingaz)

    
Don't trust no thug I'm around the clock

     Hopped out the spot lyin'
around the block

     Stay long enough to find a shorty dead on the
rocks

     No security, I'm greeting you with pounds and glocks

    
Hennessy straight in the glass hold the ice

     I'm unpredictable my life
is like a roll of dice

     Got bitches heads turning like the
poltergiest

     Except they ain't gold diggers they want diamonds now


    Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in town

     Yo son your man wildin'
better calm him down

     Before I beat with the handle and turn him into a
vegetable

     And the next time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest
of yall



     (Ram Squad)

     Ball out like Stoudamire

    
Wave back hairs dry like urban fire

     Blue faced, hard fame, like rocky
rider

     We out in St.louis like Mark McGwire

     Twist snips spit
fire like a tone barretta

     Millionaire in the ring rock the gold
umbrella

     Got the cream cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla

     Tooth
out baller yall, livin it better

     Put keys in the hood call me Mr.
C

     Heavy neck with the bling like Mr. T

     Seen Nelly's blue
truck so I copped the V

     Paid my way out of court so I copped a
plea

     Now my slang like Onyx, puff on chronic

     Hear my voice
hooked on phonics

     Everyone want to be a baller now

     Wanna be a
big shot, shotcaller now



     [Chorus]



     [Bridge]