Lyrics:

Chorus: Fat PatWanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwi
sher rolled tight, got sprayed by IkeI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A
better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH[Yungstar]I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawlerBlades on Impala, diamond rottweillerI
-10 hauler, not a leader not followerBreak these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawlerBust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm t
hrowedI'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe demTiny tune -- hop out my big body formChain with the chong, ca
n't forget Moet alongI'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my woodMan it's understood -- got money in my hoodI'm pu
shing big body can't stop meFor the nine-eight got to sell a million copyI'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'I'
ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin cleanWant remote control screens with ice
bezeltynesChorus[Fat Pat]Big ballin, smashin, makin my endsSmokin big killa gettin high in the BenzBig ballin, smashin,
makin my endsSmokin big killa gettin high in the BenzIn the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on VoguesTwenty Lorenzo, smoke a
ll up in my noseYo' eyes, get froze, as you see my lowCandy-red, two-do', let my top down slowHittin, my remote, sittin, in
my shitPresidential V-12 with that AMG kitIt don't quit, as I get highfrom K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSideNow we worldw
ide, watch me highsideFat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied187 thugs, oh yeah we go