Ballers (feat. Shawnna)

歌詞

Shawnna got a 'lac sittin' on tres Shawnna don't need no nigga I'm paid Shawnna got stacks Shawnna got grip Shawnna got that so you better not slip I'm posted on tha block My girls tippin' dro This cafe patron got me sippin real slow I'm lookin like a star Ice on my neck Ice on my wrist Ice on my chest You might wanna fit but I ain't on that I'm way fucked up I'm way tore back And I don't give a fuck I got it like that They took a niggas juice I got it right back And now they like 'damn' Now they like 'amazing' Tondra roll 4, 5 blunts and we blazin' Look at shawty gazin' He lookin like he want me I'm sorry little daddy I'm tryna get ya homie [Hook: Gucci Mane] Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her) All she date is ballers (She only date ballers) Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it) Squares can't call her (Squares can't call her) Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her) All she date is ballers (She only date ballers) Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it) She only date ballers (It's miss Shawnna) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I'm Gucci Mane Laflare, I'm MVP I know your baby mama real proud of me The Benz line say they get tired of me I'm young kush man I sell nothin but QP's Shawnna so fine, Gucci mane I'm good She so pretty, but still so hood Hey little darling, How you shawty? I'm so marvelous, I can't call it I'm so southern, you so northern We so crack rock, they so corny It's two-thirty early, I'm horny The way I cook a brick It's like I'm doin a performance All eyes on we, Homegirl want me Say he on tha track, So tha track real funky Pants red monkey, Gucci go donkey Niggaz play crazy, get left stanky [Hook: Gucci Mane] Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her) All she date is ballers (She only date ballers) Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it) Squares can't call her (Squares can't call her) Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her) All she date is ballers (She only date ballers) Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it) She only date ballers (It's miss Shawnna) [Verse 3: Shawnna] Ay Shawnna I wrote the first 3 For bitches in tha hood My and 1 bitches Smokin on tha good Sittin on tha porch Sippin on tha 'gnac Or posted in tha parking lot Sittin on tha 'lac Them bitches got weight Them bitches got work Them bitches wanna trip Them bitches gettin murked And stick em in tha dirt And gone bout our business And it ain't nothin personal It's all bout tha figures It's M.O.E Till a bitch a dead And I don't give a fuck bout what a bitch said I'm still gettin money I'm still gettin rich I'm still that woman that will take your dick Yeah tha truth hurts You still gotta face it I spent ya whole deal on my ring and my braclet It's top notch twat Cream of tha crop I'm beatin down ya block And let the choppers Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop [Hook: Gucci Mane] Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her) All she date is ballers (She only date ballers) Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it) Squares can't call her (Squares can't call her) Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her) All she date is ballers (She only date ballers) Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it) She only date ballers (It's miss Shawnna)