Ghetto Ballin’ Master P (Ft. Romeo Miller & Silkk the Shocker)

[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 Europe just to wine and dine ya
You wanna make music girl look me up
And if your girlfriends cute boo
Hook me up, get your drank on
I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin
That we really dont have
I told you it was a bentley
That was pickin you up
Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up
Cuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt
Only run with the realest
Thats just business and money
Call me the big dog, yall the little cats
You ain't a true hustler unless you lose it
And get it back