Professional Ballers lyrics

featuring Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Tha Bigga Figga, Killa Tay

[Marvaless]
Yeah, ladies first so watch me set it off, even the brothers can`t touch us
Professional Ballers is what they call us, ain`t no tellin who we`re bailin
Kentucky, Texas, ATL strikin in a Lexus
The nigga that wanna test this
Thought this shit was shut down, thought this shit was dead like Makaveli
Cali legends keep it goin, bout this player shit I`m knowin
Haters, I know you`re bumpin this shit so here`s another *?daltz?*
From the Bay to the SCC, you heard us straight from California`s most

[Pizzo]
We don`t need no practice, no theatrics
bout the way we be livin with the Mafia tactics, I be constantly at it
Tryin to stack my riches like Bill Gates
Servin raw and uncut caine so you can`t hate
Because it angers me when niggas try to bite my ass
But we be Professional Ballers hittin at the top-notch ass
Pass the green leaf on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smoke
Exhale like a pro, I be too much for you to cope

Chorus: C-Bo

We steady countin our money, on a mission to ball
All the things we dream we wanna see before we call
So we pack heavy, push Chevy`s, makin the `fetti
If you`re ready to holler at a Professional Baller
*repeat*

[Mac Mall]
Baby Capone on the loose, skywalk and fly shit
off Paraguay, Glock in the drop plus we`re hidin
astronauts, turnin in shit for the soldiers that recop
Shoot outta state pushin killer Cali rocks
Big wreckin ball nuts and you can notify the monks
I be flossin in gators, maybe ??? ???
Tennis shoes, press our shit
Aliens gank and flew, runnin out to see you
with the loot

Interlude: Killa Tay

Yeah
West Coast Mafia, bitch
Everybody else can suck a dick

[Killa Tay]
I`m steadily tryin to get my bail on
tapped me up on the cell phone, it ain`t far
Stomped in steel toes, I look out my ??? so back up off me
The K-I-double L-A T-A-Y, call me the locster
Only smokes the bombest chronic, Professional Ballers like the Sonics
Respect game, with or without these gold chains
We`re sure the West got shit sold
from the rap game to the cocaine, come get some
Got pounds like a kick drum, got hitmen
Payin em under the table, lyrics fatal like a ninja
no pretendin, we`re steady ballin

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[C-Bo]
From the Valley to the Bay, I`m known for stackin chips
My 500 whip be hip with the AMG hit
`74 drop Caprice, gold ones dip
Candy-coated sport, Professional Ballers don`t trip
Makin moves, pushin luxuries to ol` schools
I spit the A-1, that`s why my pockets weigh a tonne
And my crew be Mafioso`s, high performance and low-lows
Professional Ballers on the go and get more doe

[JT Tha Bigga Figga]
Who keep it knockin with mean choppers? My niggas keep it poppin
We`re rockin, Professional Ballers, Figga-Ro will be the tallest
player that you spot, duck or dodge?
It`s all, turn the Impalas all skirty
Left em deserted, heat em where their pockets hurted
Sold it up by then, two quarters and half a flynn
with my nigga Bo-Loc in the 500 Benz
Ready to bust and make it happen fo` sho`, so stack G`s
with them 8-ball gangstas
and the young mack knees and that`s for sheez

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