Balla Baby (instrumental) Chingy

You know the definition of a balla (uh-huh)
That's me
C-H-I-N-G to the Y
Let me explain it to you though

(Chorus)
I'm a balla (say what)
High, roller baby (baby, baby)
Shot colla (thats right)
Drivin chickens crazy (like me)
You a hater (you a hater)
Why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (yeap, fake playa)
Scared I'll take your lady (hey, I'm a balla for real)
(oh, oh, oh)

(Verse 1)
Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty)
I could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me)
And your Prada lookin flashy
Errthing's on your mind, just ask me
I know my ear related to da wasky wabbit
Carats all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh)
Hoe where's my cash
Outside I got a Benz and Jag (both sittin on chrome mags)
Is you down wit gettin dirty wit a 'Git It' boy
All I need is one night just to hit it boy
After the club we can check in at five-star telly
Get a suite and let me put somethin in your belly
What's your name? Sheena
Oh, I thought you was Shelly
Don't matter four o'clock, just be ready
For a episode you probably won't come
Back from, your momma must be thick
That's where ya get your back from?