[{"id":10447092,"name":"Big Balla","trackName":"Big Balla","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Soft White","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"money music right here\n\nyou gotta ball on this\nmany speculate but they don't really know me\nall up in my business where they show be\ngame tight game right like a pro d\nleaven soft white I rock the whole key\nrap for the gutter and i never switch reals\nsoft white wash with the deep dish wheels\nmoney too big for a clip you's a band\nbroad G a coup in myself a Sedan\nthem other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\nhoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\nwhy you think these girls around here we the shh...\nand bye the whole bar every town that we hit\nmake music harley boys bump on they dressers\ny'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\ncertified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\ngame plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like its tomorrow\nbring the good stuff right over the border\nif it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nhomie say do it like that put that on christ\ntwo years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\nhoping out benz don't matter whats hood\nbe a corner for a g lil homie whats good\nlive at the swat meet stay out of function\nall mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\na real east sider y'all actin like the clan\nturn G Malone haterz and a gs biggest fan\nG get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\nlong as homie understand i leave his a** wet\nthe boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\nbest rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\nnow mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\nI'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\nkink in the glove box money in a cancel\npetal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like its tomorrow\nbring the good stuff right over the border\nif it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nin no my jungle shots to the jungle\nget money keep a 2...\nmob is how we got to eat\nride when we got to creep\nshorty is a beast hundred on the streets\nfresh flamed up money never changed us\nbuilt from the project hood rich and famous\nkept a Duce with a nickel on me\nfive star g bout money come and see us homie\nleather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\ndoing out the black jag hundred gs mobs\nsee em mcs cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\nyeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\ngot the game off the ground\nblowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like its tomorrow\nbring the good stuff right over the border\nif it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nbring the good stuff right over the border...\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nBallin like its tomorrow...\nbring the good stuff right over the border...\nif it aint about dollars don't holla!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Balla\n  artist: Mack 10\n  album: Soft White\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  money music right here\n\n  you gotta ball on this\n  many speculate but they don't really know me\n  all up in my business where they show be\n  game tight game right like a pro d\n  leaven soft white I rock the whole key\n  rap for the gutter and i never switch reals\n  soft white wash with the deep dish wheels\n  money too big for a clip you's a band\n  broad G a coup in myself a Sedan\n  them other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\n  hoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\n  why you think these girls around here we the shh...\n  and bye the whole bar every town that we hit\n  make music harley boys bump on they dressers\n  y'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\n  certified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\n  game plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like its tomorrow\n  bring the good stuff right over the border\n  if it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  homie say do it like that put that on christ\n  two years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\n  hoping out benz don't matter whats hood\n  be a corner for a g lil homie whats good\n  live at the swat meet stay out of function\n  all mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\n  a real east sider y'all actin like the clan\n  turn G Malone haterz and a gs biggest fan\n  G get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\n  long as homie understand i leave his a** wet\n  the boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\n  best rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\n  now mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\n  I'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\n  kink in the glove box money in a cancel\n  petal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like its tomorrow\n  bring the good stuff right over the border\n  if it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  in no my jungle shots to the jungle\n  get money keep a 2...\n  mob is how we got to eat\n  ride when we got to creep\n  shorty is a beast hundred on the streets\n  fresh flamed up money never changed us\n  built from the project hood rich and famous\n  kept a Duce with a nickel on me\n  five star g bout money come and see us homie\n  leather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\n  doing out the black jag hundred gs mobs\n  see em mcs cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\n  yeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\n  got the game off the ground\n  blowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like its tomorrow\n  bring the good stuff right over the border\n  if it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  Ballin like its tomorrow...\n  bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  if it aint about dollars don't holla!!!\n"},{"id":6074717,"name":"Big Balla (feat. Birdman & Glasses Malone)","trackName":"Big Balla (feat. Birdman & Glasses Malone)","artistName":"Mack 10","albumName":"Soft White","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Money music right here\n\nYou gotta ball on this\nMany speculate but they don't really know me\nAll up in my business where they show be\nGame tight game right like a pro d\nLeaven soft white I rock the whole key\nRap for the gutter and i never switch reals\nSoft white wash with the deep dish wheels\nMoney too big for a clip you's a band\nBroad G a coup in myself a Sedan\nThem other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\nHoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\nWhy you think these girls around here we the shh...\nAnd bye the whole bar every town that we hit\nMake music harley boys bump on they dressers\nY'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\nCertified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\nGame plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like it's tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nHomie say do it like that put that on christ\nTwo years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\nHoping out benz don't matter whats hood\nBe a corner for a g lil homie whats good\nLive at the swat meet stay out of function\nAll mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\nA real east sider y'all actin like the clan\nTurn G Malone haterz and a g's biggest fan\nG get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\nLong as homie understand i leave his a** wet\nThe boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\nBest rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\n\nNow mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\nI'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\nKink in the glove box money in a cancel\nPetal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like it's tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nIn no my jungle shots to the jungle\nGet money keep a 2...\nMob is how we got to eat\nRide when we got to creep\nShorty is a beast hundred on the streets\nFresh flamed up money never changed us\nBuilt from the project hood rich and famous\nKept a Duce with a nickel on me\nFive star g bout money come and see us homie\nLeather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\nDoing out the black jag hundred g's mobs\nSee em mc's cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\nYeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\nGot the game off the ground\nBlowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like it's tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nBring the good stuff right over the border...\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nBallin like it's tomorrow...\nBring the good stuff right over the border...\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Balla (feat. Birdman & Glasses Malone)\n  artist: Mack 10\n  album: Soft White\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Money music right here\n\n  You gotta ball on this\n  Many speculate but they don't really know me\n  All up in my business where they show be\n  Game tight game right like a pro d\n  Leaven soft white I rock the whole key\n  Rap for the gutter and i never switch reals\n  Soft white wash with the deep dish wheels\n  Money too big for a clip you's a band\n  Broad G a coup in myself a Sedan\n  Them other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\n  Hoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\n  Why you think these girls around here we the shh...\n  And bye the whole bar every town that we hit\n  Make music harley boys bump on they dressers\n  Y'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\n  Certified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\n  Game plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  Homie say do it like that put that on christ\n  Two years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\n  Hoping out benz don't matter whats hood\n  Be a corner for a g lil homie whats good\n  Live at the swat meet stay out of function\n  All mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\n  A real east sider y'all actin like the clan\n  Turn G Malone haterz and a g's biggest fan\n  G get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\n  Long as homie understand i leave his a** wet\n  The boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\n  Best rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\n\n  Now mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\n  I'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\n  Kink in the glove box money in a cancel\n  Petal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  In no my jungle shots to the jungle\n  Get money keep a 2...\n  Mob is how we got to eat\n  Ride when we got to creep\n  Shorty is a beast hundred on the streets\n  Fresh flamed up money never changed us\n  Built from the project hood rich and famous\n  Kept a Duce with a nickel on me\n  Five star g bout money come and see us homie\n  Leather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\n  Doing out the black jag hundred g's mobs\n  See em mc's cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\n  Yeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\n  Got the game off the ground\n  Blowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow...\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla!\n"},{"id":6074716,"name":"Big Balla","trackName":"Big Balla","artistName":"Mack 10 feat. Birdman & Glasses Malone","albumName":"Soft White","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Money music right here\n\nYou gotta ball on this\nMany speculate but they don't really know me\nAll up in my business where they show be\nGame tight game right like a pro d\nLeaven soft white I rock the whole key\nRap for the gutter and i never switch reals\nSoft white wash with the deep dish wheels\nMoney too big for a clip you's a band\nBroad G a coup in myself a Sedan\nThem other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\nHoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\nWhy you think these girls around here we the shh...\nAnd bye the whole bar every town that we hit\nMake music harley boys bump on they dressers\nY'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\nCertified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\nGame plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like it's tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nHomie say do it like that put that on christ\nTwo years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\nHoping out benz don't matter whats hood\nBe a corner for a g lil homie whats good\nLive at the swat meet stay out of function\nAll mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\nA real east sider y'all actin like the clan\nTurn G Malone haterz and a g's biggest fan\nG get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\nLong as homie understand i leave his a** wet\nThe boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\nBest rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\n\nNow mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\nI'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\nKink in the glove box money in a cancel\nPetal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like it's tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nIn no my jungle shots to the jungle\nGet money keep a 2...\nMob is how we got to eat\nRide when we got to creep\nShorty is a beast hundred on the streets\nFresh flamed up money never changed us\nBuilt from the project hood rich and famous\nKept a Duce with a nickel on me\nFive star g bout money come and see us homie\nLeather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\nDoing out the black jag hundred g's mobs\nSee em mc's cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\nYeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\nGot the game off the ground\nBlowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like it's tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nBring the good stuff right over the border...\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nBallin like it's tomorrow...\nBring the good stuff right over the border...\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Balla\n  artist: Mack 10 feat. Birdman & Glasses Malone\n  album: Soft White\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Money music right here\n\n  You gotta ball on this\n  Many speculate but they don't really know me\n  All up in my business where they show be\n  Game tight game right like a pro d\n  Leaven soft white I rock the whole key\n  Rap for the gutter and i never switch reals\n  Soft white wash with the deep dish wheels\n  Money too big for a clip you's a band\n  Broad G a coup in myself a Sedan\n  Them other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\n  Hoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\n  Why you think these girls around here we the shh...\n  And bye the whole bar every town that we hit\n  Make music harley boys bump on they dressers\n  Y'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\n  Certified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\n  Game plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  Homie say do it like that put that on christ\n  Two years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\n  Hoping out benz don't matter whats hood\n  Be a corner for a g lil homie whats good\n  Live at the swat meet stay out of function\n  All mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\n  A real east sider y'all actin like the clan\n  Turn G Malone haterz and a g's biggest fan\n  G get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\n  Long as homie understand i leave his a** wet\n  The boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\n  Best rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\n\n  Now mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\n  I'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\n  Kink in the glove box money in a cancel\n  Petal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  In no my jungle shots to the jungle\n  Get money keep a 2...\n  Mob is how we got to eat\n  Ride when we got to creep\n  Shorty is a beast hundred on the streets\n  Fresh flamed up money never changed us\n  Built from the project hood rich and famous\n  Kept a Duce with a nickel on me\n  Five star g bout money come and see us homie\n  Leather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\n  Doing out the black jag hundred g's mobs\n  See em mc's cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\n  Yeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\n  Got the game off the ground\n  Blowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow...\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla!\n"},{"id":33542085,"name":"Big Balla","trackName":"Big Balla","artistName":"Mack 10 feat. Birdman & Glasses Malone","albumName":"Soft White","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Money music right here\n\nYou gotta ball on this\nMany speculate but they don't really know me\nAll up in my business where they show be\nGame tight game right like a pro d\nLeaven soft white I rock the whole key\nRap for the gutter and i never switch reals\nSoft white wash with the deep dish wheels\nMoney too big for a clip you's a band\nBroad G a coup in myself a Sedan\nThem other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\nHoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\nWhy you think these girls around here we the shh...\nAnd bye the whole bar every town that we hit\nMake music harley boys bump on they dressers\nY'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\nCertified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\nGame plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like it's tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nHomie say do it like that put that on christ\nTwo years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\nHoping out benz don't matter whats hood\nBe a corner for a g lil homie whats good\nLive at the swat meet stay out of function\nAll mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\nA real east sider y'all actin like the clan\nTurn G Malone haterz and a g's biggest fan\nG get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\nLong as homie understand i leave his a** wet\nThe boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\nBest rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\n\nNow mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\nI'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\nKink in the glove box money in a cancel\nPetal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like it's tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nIn no my jungle shots to the jungle\nGet money keep a 2...\nMob is how we got to eat\nRide when we got to creep\nShorty is a beast hundred on the streets\nFresh flamed up money never changed us\nBuilt from the project hood rich and famous\nKept a Duce with a nickel on me\nFive star g bout money come and see us homie\nLeather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\nDoing out the black jag hundred g's mobs\nSee em mc's cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\nYeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\nGot the game off the ground\nBlowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like it's tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nBring the good stuff right over the border...\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nBallin like it's tomorrow...\nBring the good stuff right over the border...\nIf it aint about dollars don't holla!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Balla\n  artist: Mack 10 feat. Birdman & Glasses Malone\n  album: Soft White\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Money music right here\n\n  You gotta ball on this\n  Many speculate but they don't really know me\n  All up in my business where they show be\n  Game tight game right like a pro d\n  Leaven soft white I rock the whole key\n  Rap for the gutter and i never switch reals\n  Soft white wash with the deep dish wheels\n  Money too big for a clip you's a band\n  Broad G a coup in myself a Sedan\n  Them other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\n  Hoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\n  Why you think these girls around here we the shh...\n  And bye the whole bar every town that we hit\n  Make music harley boys bump on they dressers\n  Y'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\n  Certified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\n  Game plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  Homie say do it like that put that on christ\n  Two years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\n  Hoping out benz don't matter whats hood\n  Be a corner for a g lil homie whats good\n  Live at the swat meet stay out of function\n  All mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\n  A real east sider y'all actin like the clan\n  Turn G Malone haterz and a g's biggest fan\n  G get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\n  Long as homie understand i leave his a** wet\n  The boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\n  Best rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\n\n  Now mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\n  I'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\n  Kink in the glove box money in a cancel\n  Petal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  In no my jungle shots to the jungle\n  Get money keep a 2...\n  Mob is how we got to eat\n  Ride when we got to creep\n  Shorty is a beast hundred on the streets\n  Fresh flamed up money never changed us\n  Built from the project hood rich and famous\n  Kept a Duce with a nickel on me\n  Five star g bout money come and see us homie\n  Leather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\n  Doing out the black jag hundred g's mobs\n  See em mc's cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\n  Yeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\n  Got the game off the ground\n  Blowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  Ballin like it's tomorrow...\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  If it aint about dollars don't holla!\n"},{"id":34743533,"name":"Big Balla","trackName":"Big Balla","artistName":"Mack 10 Feat․ Birdman & Glasses Malone","albumName":"Soft White","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"money music right here\n\nyou gotta ball on this\nmany speculate but they don't really know me\nall up in my business where they show be\ngame tight game right like a pro d\nleaven soft white I rock the whole key\nrap for the gutter and i never switch reals\nsoft white wash with the deep dish wheels\nmoney too big for a clip you's a band\nbroad G a coup in myself a Sedan\nthem other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\nhoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\nwhy you think these girls around here we the shh...\nand bye the whole bar every town that we hit\nmake music harley boys bump on they dressers\ny'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\ncertified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\ngame plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like its tomorrow\nbring the good stuff right over the border\nif it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nhomie say do it like that put that on christ\ntwo years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\nhoping out benz don't matter whats hood\nbe a corner for a g lil homie whats good\nlive at the swat meet stay out of function\nall mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\na real east sider y'all actin like the clan\nturn G Malone haterz and a gs biggest fan\nG get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\nlong as homie understand i leave his a** wet\nthe boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\nbest rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\nnow mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\nI'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\nkink in the glove box money in a cancel\npetal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like its tomorrow\nbring the good stuff right over the border\nif it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nin no my jungle shots to the jungle\nget money keep a 2...\nmob is how we got to eat\nride when we got to creep\nshorty is a beast hundred on the streets\nfresh flamed up money never changed us\nbuilt from the project hood rich and famous\nkept a Duce with a nickel on me\nfive star g bout money come and see us homie\nleather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\ndoing out the black jag hundred gs mobs\nsee em mcs cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\nyeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\ngot the game off the ground\nblowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\nBallin like its tomorrow\nbring the good stuff right over the border\nif it aint about dollars don't holla\n\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nbring the good stuff right over the border...\nWhen I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\nBallin like its tomorrow...\nbring the good stuff right over the border...\nif it aint about dollars don't holla!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Balla\n  artist: Mack 10 Feat․ Birdman & Glasses Malone\n  album: Soft White\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  money music right here\n\n  you gotta ball on this\n  many speculate but they don't really know me\n  all up in my business where they show be\n  game tight game right like a pro d\n  leaven soft white I rock the whole key\n  rap for the gutter and i never switch reals\n  soft white wash with the deep dish wheels\n  money too big for a clip you's a band\n  broad G a coup in myself a Sedan\n  them other dudes is fail us all they do is fall\n  hoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball\n  why you think these girls around here we the shh...\n  and bye the whole bar every town that we hit\n  make music harley boys bump on they dressers\n  y'all felling us eaten up this four car presser\n  certified hit the bricks with perfect diamond\n  game plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like its tomorrow\n  bring the good stuff right over the border\n  if it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  homie say do it like that put that on christ\n  two years i aint wore the same t shirt twice\n  hoping out benz don't matter whats hood\n  be a corner for a g lil homie whats good\n  live at the swat meet stay out of function\n  all mad at me till I get that thang jump-in\n  a real east sider y'all actin like the clan\n  turn G Malone haterz and a gs biggest fan\n  G get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats\n  long as homie understand i leave his a** wet\n  the boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast\n  best rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach\n  now mack pay attention how i get the west crack in\n  I'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum\n  kink in the glove box money in a cancel\n  petal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like its tomorrow\n  bring the good stuff right over the border\n  if it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  in no my jungle shots to the jungle\n  get money keep a 2...\n  mob is how we got to eat\n  ride when we got to creep\n  shorty is a beast hundred on the streets\n  fresh flamed up money never changed us\n  built from the project hood rich and famous\n  kept a Duce with a nickel on me\n  five star g bout money come and see us homie\n  leather tone with a bag black mag bout cash\n  doing out the black jag hundred gs mobs\n  see em mcs cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete\n  yeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin with my smith and wesson\n  got the game off the ground\n  blowing out the pound representing uptown.\n\n  (Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla\n  Ballin like its tomorrow\n  bring the good stuff right over the border\n  if it aint about dollars don't holla\n\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...\n  Ballin like its tomorrow...\n  bring the good stuff right over the border...\n  if it aint about dollars don't holla!!!\n"},{"id":26352462,"name":"Big Balla (Feat. 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We the shit\nAnd buy the fuckin bar every town that we hit (Haha)\nMake shit hog niggas bump on they dressers\nYou niggas feel us heatin up, it's full court pressure\nCertified, hit the fuckin bricks, perfect timin\nGame plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\nWhen I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\nBallin' like there's no tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border (Fiesha)\nIf it ain't about dollars, don't holla (Uh, uh)\nWhen I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\nBallin' like there's no tomorrow (Yeah)\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it ain't about dollars, don't holla\n\nBadazz in this bitch\nHomie say he do it like Daddy (Huh?), put that on Christ\nTwo years, I ain't wore the same t-shirt twice (Yeah)\nHoppin out Benz, don't matter what hood\nCould be a corner full of niggas\nMotherfucker, what's good? (Watts up)\nLive at the swap meet, stay at a function\nNiggas mad, dog me 'til I get that bitch jumpin (Uh-huh)\nA real Eastsider, y'all fuck niggas mad\nTurned G Malone haters into G's biggest fans (Woo)\nG gettin grands, ain't studyin y'all threats\nLong as homie understand, I'll leave his ass wet (Uh-huh)\nNigga got clout, I'm tryna do it for the Coast\nBest rookie ever, try and prove it to the G.O.A.T. (Yes)\nNow Mack, pay attention, I'll get this bitch crackin\nI'mma need that Phantom same day I go platinum (Yeah)\nWith pink in the glove box, money in the console\nAnd fuck y'all haters, that's the end of this convo (Yeah)\n\nWhen I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\nBallin' like there's no tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border (Fiesha)\nIf it ain't about dollars, don't holla (Uh, uh)\nWhen I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\nBallin' like there's no tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it ain't about dollars, don't holla\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nIn on my jungle, shots to the jungle\nGet money, keep a tool, nigga, fuck a ho\nM.O.B. is how we gotta eat, ride when we gotta creep\nShort is a beast, hundred on the streets (Yeah, yeah)\nFresh flamed up, money never changed us\nBuilt from the project, hood rich and famous\nKept the deuce with the nickel on me\nFive star G's, 'bout money, come and see us, homie\nRubber tone with the bag, black mag\n'Bout cash, doin it out the black Jag (Out the black Jag)\nHundred G's, I'm a beast, CMC, CMB\nLet's eat, 500 on the teeth (500 on the teeth), yeah\nAnd Junior is the best (The best)\nRidin with the West, rollin with my\nSmith & Wess' (With my Smith & Wess')\nGot the game off the ground\nBlowin out the pound, representin Uptown\n\nWhen I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\nBallin' like there's no tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border (Fiesha)\nIf it ain't about dollars, don't holla (Uh, uh)\nWhen I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\nBallin' like there's no tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it ain't about dollars, don't holla\n\nWhen I grow up, I wanna be a big baller\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nWhen I grow up, I wanna be a big baller\nBallin' like there's no tomorrow\nBring the good stuff right over the border\nIf it ain't about dollars, don't holla","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Balla (Feat. Birdman & Glasses Malone) (Produced By Ervin Pope)\n  artist: Mack 10\n  album: Soft White\n  duration_ms: 251011\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Mack 10 & (Young Mula)\n  (Brrr) (One hunnid)\n  This motherfuckin money music right here\n  (What up, Wano? Young Mula)\n  You gotta ball on this\n  (Let's go get this money, baby)\n\n  Niggas speculatin but they don't really know me\n  All up in my business is where they ho be\n  Game tight, game right like a pro be\n  Leave it soft white or rock the whole key\n  Rap for the gutter and I never switch reals\n  Soft white Porsche with the deep dish wheels\n  Money too big for a clip, you's a band\n  Bought G a Coupe and myself a Sedan (Uh)\n  Them other dudes is failures, all they do is fall\n  We Hoo-Bangin' hustlers, all we do is ball\n  Why you think these hoes around here? (Huh?) We the shit\n  And buy the fuckin bar every town that we hit (Haha)\n  Make shit hog niggas bump on they dressers\n  You niggas feel us heatin up, it's full court pressure\n  Certified, hit the fuckin bricks, perfect timin\n  Game plan flawless like perfect diamonds\n\n  When I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\n  Ballin' like there's no tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border (Fiesha)\n  If it ain't about dollars, don't holla (Uh, uh)\n  When I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\n  Ballin' like there's no tomorrow (Yeah)\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it ain't about dollars, don't holla\n\n  Badazz in this bitch\n  Homie say he do it like Daddy (Huh?), put that on Christ\n  Two years, I ain't wore the same t-shirt twice (Yeah)\n  Hoppin out Benz, don't matter what hood\n  Could be a corner full of niggas\n  Motherfucker, what's good? (Watts up)\n  Live at the swap meet, stay at a function\n  Niggas mad, dog me 'til I get that bitch jumpin (Uh-huh)\n  A real Eastsider, y'all fuck niggas mad\n  Turned G Malone haters into G's biggest fans (Woo)\n  G gettin grands, ain't studyin y'all threats\n  Long as homie understand, I'll leave his ass wet (Uh-huh)\n  Nigga got clout, I'm tryna do it for the Coast\n  Best rookie ever, try and prove it to the G.O.A.T. (Yes)\n  Now Mack, pay attention, I'll get this bitch crackin\n  I'mma need that Phantom same day I go platinum (Yeah)\n  With pink in the glove box, money in the console\n  And fuck y'all haters, that's the end of this convo (Yeah)\n\n  When I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\n  Ballin' like there's no tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border (Fiesha)\n  If it ain't about dollars, don't holla (Uh, uh)\n  When I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\n  Ballin' like there's no tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it ain't about dollars, don't holla\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n  In on my jungle, shots to the jungle\n  Get money, keep a tool, nigga, fuck a ho\n  M.O.B. is how we gotta eat, ride when we gotta creep\n  Short is a beast, hundred on the streets (Yeah, yeah)\n  Fresh flamed up, money never changed us\n  Built from the project, hood rich and famous\n  Kept the deuce with the nickel on me\n  Five star G's, 'bout money, come and see us, homie\n  Rubber tone with the bag, black mag\n  'Bout cash, doin it out the black Jag (Out the black Jag)\n  Hundred G's, I'm a beast, CMC, CMB\n  Let's eat, 500 on the teeth (500 on the teeth), yeah\n  And Junior is the best (The best)\n  Ridin with the West, rollin with my\n  Smith & Wess' (With my Smith & Wess')\n  Got the game off the ground\n  Blowin out the pound, representin Uptown\n\n  When I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\n  Ballin' like there's no tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border (Fiesha)\n  If it ain't about dollars, don't holla (Uh, uh)\n  When I grow up, I wanna be a big baller (Yup)\n  Ballin' like there's no tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it ain't about dollars, don't holla\n\n  When I grow up, I wanna be a big baller\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  When I grow up, I wanna be a big baller\n  Ballin' like there's no tomorrow\n  Bring the good stuff right over the border\n  If it ain't about dollars, don't holla\n"}]