[prelude]

Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state,
city to city, ballers ballers. Let?s do this, dirty.
Remix. You know, Ching-a-ling.
You know how I do it: representing St. Louis.
Put your hands up, put your hands up.

[chorus, Chingy]

I?m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller?s at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, scurred I?ll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?
[verse 1, Chingy]

I got the pots up in the kitchen,
I?m just a baller pitching?in my division.
Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing
my 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening.
So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I?m dishing.
The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing.
Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the pistons.
Baby if you listening, I?m a? tour so much,
folks say I?m missing, gettin?.
This baller s-k-in?, I be running around with it, spitting it.
The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here,
I wish you would in here, We smoke good in here.
Moving through your hood shining,
Keep yellow, I?m gonna wear blue diamonds,
Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming?
I get 50 thou? for an in-store signing, cause I?m a

[chorus, Chingy]

I?m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller?s at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, scurred I?ll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[verse2, Lil? Flip]

It ain?t nuthing to a boss,
that?s why I spent three hundred on a cross!
Pink and yellow, that?s the combination.
I know a skinny rapper out here player hating.
Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume,
I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee?
Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock,
but I still get respect on my own block.
Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back,
Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback.
I?m like, baby, you can call me the birdman.
But I?m the boss, I don?t hustle on the curb, man.
Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain,
so even when I?m not around, they promote the name.
I?m Lil? Flip, rapping H-town ?till I?m gone.
I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb,
A baller, baby!

[chorus, Chingy]

I?m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller?s at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, scurred I?ll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?

[verse 3, Boozie]

That?s me, that?s right, I?ve got a Bentley for sure,
A hundred million in the bank, plus I?m getting some more.
I?m the type of dude, moving more product than stores.
I?m a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room.
I?ve got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore.
On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores.
Said I?m on another level that you can?t afford:
Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more.
That?s why I shoot my dice four thousand or more,
cause my price at work sure be on soar.
That?s why we need a hundred grand for at stores,
?cause I won?t settle for nothing less than more.

[chorus, Chingy]

I?m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
Where the shotcaller?s at?
You a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, scurred I?ll take your lady.
Where the shotcallers at?