Artist: C-Bo f/ Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Tha Bigga Figga, Tay
Album: Til My Casket Drops
Song: Professional Ballers
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[marvaless]
Yea legs first watch me set it off even you brothers
Cant touch us professional ballers
Is what they call us ain't no telling when we bailing
Kentucky texas atl striking in the lexus
Any nigga that wanna test this thought this shit was shut down
Thought this shit was there like makavali
Cali legend keep it going this player shit I knowing
Haters I know you bumping this shit so
Here's another dopes from the bay to the s.c.c.
Straight from california's most

[Pizzo]
We don't need no practice no gay actricts
When you be living with the mafia tactics
I be constantly at it trying to stack my riches
Like bill cates serving raw and uncut caine
So you can't hate it angers me when fakers try to bite my ass
Though we be the professional ballers
Hitting the top notch ass pass the green leaf
From the left and hecka breath chronic smoke
Exhale like a pro I be too much fo ryo to cope


[C-bo chorus 2x]
We steady counting our money on a mission to ball
Harder things we dream we want to see before he calls
So we pack heavy push chevy's making the fetti
If you ready to holler at a professional baller

[mac mall]
Baby capone on a loose sky walk with fly shit awe paraguay
Lock in a drop plus we higher than astronauts
Serving the shit for the Soulja's that reek cop
Shoot out of state pushing kila cali rocks
Big wrecking ball nuts and you can notify the marks
Cuz I be flossing in gators maybe hoshes or skin shoes
Crushed ice shit aliens can't get puked running out to see you
With the loot


[tay]
I'm steady trying to get my mail on
Chopping it up on the cell phone ain't faulty
Stomping in steel toes all about my scrills so back the fuck off me
The k.i.double L. t.a.y. call me the locest cuz
I only smokes the bomb professional ballers like the sonic
Respect game with or without these go chains
The west got shit so the rap game to the cocaine come get some
Got pounds like a kit drum hit man
Pay him under the table got lyrics like a ninja no pretenda

[C-bo chorus 2x]
We steady counting our money on a mission to ball
Harder things we dream we want to see before he calls
So we pack heavy push chevy's making the fetti
If you ready to holler at a professional baller

[C-bo]
From the valley to the bay I'm known for stacking chips
My five hundred whip be hip with the amg kit
Seventy four drop capri go ones dip
Candy colored spoke professional ballers don't trip
Making moves pushing luxuries to ol schools
I spits the a1 that's why my pockets weigh a ton
And my crew be mafioso high performance and lolo's
Professional ballers on a go getting mo though

[JT Tha Bigga Figga]
Who keep it knockin with mean choppers? My niggas keep it poppin
We're rockin, Professional Ballers, Figga-Ro will be the tallest
player that you spot, duck or dodge?
It's all, turn the Impalas all skirty
Left em deserted, heat em where their pockets hurted
Sold it up by then, two quarters and half a flynn
with my nigga Bo-Loc in the 500 Benz
Ready to bust and make it happen fo' sho', so stack G's
with them 8-ball gangstas
and the young mack knees and that's for sheez


[C-bo chorus 2x]
We steady counting our money on a mission to ball
Harder things we dream we want to see before he calls
So we pack heavy push chevy's making the fetti
If you ready to holler at a professional baller