Wanna Balla Gucci Mane (Ft. Chingy, Nicki Minaj & Soulja Boy)

[Intro: Chingy, Soulja Boy]
Chingy-ling, Soulja Boy (oh, oh), Gucci Mane (oh)
Y'all know who it is, huh? Let's go (oh, oh)
Soulja Boy tell 'em (oh, oh)
Wrist so icy, wrist so icy, Gucci
[?], that's right
[?]

[Chorus: Chingy & Nicki Minaj]
She say she want a balla got stacks there by the bar
She say she want a balla like me, that's a star
She say she want a balla that drive a lil' Civic
Put a pistol in his lap 'cause in the streets your balla hit it
He say he want a broad like me that's thick
He say he want a broad like me, a real chick
He say he want a broad that get it in the bed
Let him hit it from the back, then give him good head

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
She want that good shit, that good shit, gone with that bullshit
Soulja Boy and Chingy players, Gucci, that's the dream team
No [?] on my mansion, party at the Hamptons
Soulja Boy a murderer, Gucci got it down
Made my H2 Hummer of them H, got 'em climbin'
Aw, not pretentious but my field of view declinin'
I'm rockin' yellow diamonds, neck plates shinin'
I'm Gucci Mane prodigy so I keep grindin'
Blind out A8, if I'm in London you can't find me
A big bank roll and got 12 right behind me
Ain't gon' pull it over, shawty in the passenger
My car is European, my 'dro is straight from Amsterdam
Gucci bandana, while I be in the Carribean
I'm sipping on Dom Pérignon, ain't no tussin, man
I'm flyin', my eyes tight, how much more can they tighten?
Soulja Boy tell 'em, Gucci Mane the alliance