Baller (feat. David Banner) Lyrics

We, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, ballerWe, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, ballerFrom the yay, from the yay, poppin' my collar
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller
From the yay, from the yay, poppin' my collar
If you're lookin' for a baller, ballerWhassup baby? Still dreamin'?
For a rich man, you still fiendin'?
Well, I hope he got skills if you know what I mean
Everything from oral sex, to cookin' and cleanin'Rich niggaz want it all, just like you
And when I ball, don't ask me what I do
You wanna be kept, keep yo' mouth shut
But youse a gold digger and you go out too muchIf I choose you, it'll be the wrong choice
I'm sayin' fuck you loud, with a strong voice
One rainy day and yo' ass is out

No money to spend, you start passin' outSo dramatic, even though it ain't yo' cash
Bitches like you, I wanna thank yo' ass
For bein' shallow, I know you a bad ho'
I wouldn't let yo' punk-ass stand next to my shadowWe, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, ballerWe, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, ballerI like a Cinderella story, but most of the time
These nothin'-ass, gold diggin' hoes are fine
A nigga frontin', you wanna have sex with a star?
He drive a Benz, but it's the next nigga carThe only thing he own is that outfit
But he still stuck his dick in yo' mouth bitch
And after all that gettin' fucked on the floor
He called a taxi to take you home in the mornin'Dumb bitch, you just got fucked by a flunkie
See you at the club and you actin' like you want me
Don't make me laugh
We get married, and you take halfI don't think so, see you at the bank ho'
You wanna walk down the aisle but I can't go
I got her number, but I never call her
You better look around and find another baller, beotchWe, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, ballerWe, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, ballerI don't want yo' key, you ain't gettin' mine
Ask to use my car, you commitin' a crime
Leave yo' panties or yo' bra, I throw 'em away
Can't find the door? I show you the wayHope you come back, but you just can't stay
We can get together on another day
I come get you, when I miss you
'Cause if I see you every day I'd probably diss youWhat'chu gon' do when you get you a baller?
Rich man, what she gotta do to get you to call her?
Better talk about, might like what you hear
Say it right in her ear, every night of the yearYou can be together, beotch
You better get a job if you wanna be rich
Go to school or somethin', get a degree
I know you wanna baller but it can't be meFrom the yay, from the yay, poppin' my collar
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller
From the yay, from the yay, poppin' my collar
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller
Songwriters
Rickey Harris;Sonny Sowles;Todd Shaw;Lavell CrumpPublished by
FINGAZ AND KEYZ PUBLISHING;SONNY B MUSIC