Wanna Be Ballers

[Chorus: Mr. Don & CoCo]
(Wanna be ballers)
Pimps, playas, riggers, hustlers
(Who is the shot callers?)
Mafia, mafia
(Wanna be ballers)
Pimps, playas, riggers, hustlers
(Who is the shot callers?)
Mafia, mafia, yeah

[Verse 1: CoCo]
Here comes a regulator, lyrical mind blower
Southern bell putting spells on ya'
I have no mercy on ya'
I proceed to be the queen of all [?]
I am known to bring the best out of men
That's what they tell me
Hustling daily, breaking pockets down
Moving [?] from coast to coast, gotta get 'em round
Mafia don't play around with the cash, huh?
Homies try to hit that ass, for my stash, what?
I see them creepin' on the down-low
Who be looking for the queen of the port? I ain't got nothing for ya'
I see them playa haters watching from the sidelines
Saying they gon get me for my dimes all the time
Mafia ain't got a damn thing for lazy bums
Get a job and make a come-up, get you-get you some
You try to [?] the one that put you on the map
Benjamins are the best friends I have, huh

[Chorus: Mr. Don & CoCo]
(Wanna be ballers)
Pimps, playas, riggers, hustlers
(Who is the shot callers?)
Mafia, mafia
(Wanna be ballers)
Pimps, playas, riggers, hustlers
(Who is the shot callers?)
Mafia, mafia, yeah

[Verse 2: Adalia]
Break it up, break them down, Mafia's bout to clown
Southside is coming too smooth to beat ya' down
The beat behind me is a winner, number one on the charts
Playa haters always doubted from the very start
I got a bone to pick with [?]
I rap for entertainment money, it's what I'm about
I graduated in 92, and left the games on the stage
A year later, Mafia was bringing nothing but rage
I come to hurt you with my lyrics, bombard you with style
Mafia have always guaranteed to get you buck wild
I rip this mic up hard, when I open up and explode
Every time I see ya, best believe, I'm gon get you toed
I have no feel for others
I come as hard as the next
Don't try to brush against me, don't even try to flex
Paper stacks cause my raps are coming second to none
Cause we'll be hanging lower than ever when I am done

[Chorus: Mr. Don & CoCo]
(Wanna be ballers)
Pimps, playas, riggers, hustlers
(Who is the shot callers?)
Mafia, mafia
(Wanna be ballers)
Pimps, playas, riggers, hustlers
(Who is the shot callers?)
Mafia, mafia, yeah

[Verse 3: Adalia]
Two points for the swisher, I try not to miss ya
Point blank range, between your eyes is where I'm gon get ya
Flowin' constantly, you testing me, you playing me close
[?] giving you nothing but the most
So what I got?
I don't plot, I just set the scene
Cash money make the world go round, you know what I mean
You calling me out when you say that you're the best around
I gets hype off a chick when she try to get down
There enough cash in this land, could scratch the palm of my hand
My eyes get to start to get to twitch when a dollar turn a grand
Don't playa hate, congratulate, congratulations on order
Respect this lady, baby, for she is somebody's daughter
Think about the route you take before you cross this chick out
If you have pain in your heart, or if you have some type of doubt
Back up off me, smell that coffee, cause you know it's not Folgers
Just remember that it was Mafia who told ya', uh

[Chorus: Mr. Don & CoCo]
(Wanna be ballers)
Pimps, playas, riggers, hustlers
(Who is the shot callers?)
Mafia, mafia
(Wanna be ballers)
Pimps, playas, riggers, hustlers
(Who is the shot callers?)
Mafia, mafia, yeah