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 slipI'm posted on tha block
My girls tippin' dro
This cafe patron got me sippin' real slow
I'm lookin' like a starIce on my neck
Ice on my wrist
Ice on my chest
You might wanna fit but I ain't all thatI'm way fucked up, I'm way tore back
And I don't give a fuck, I got it like that
They took a niggaz juice
I got it right backAnd 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 homieLames 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)I'm Gucci Mane, a flare, I'm MVP
I know your baby mama real proud of me
The Benz line say they get tried of me
I'm young kush man, I sell nothin' but QP'sShawnna so fine, Gucci mane I'm good
She's so pretty but still so hood
Hey, little darling, how you Shawty?
I'm so marless, I can't call itI'm so southern, you so northern
We so crack rock, they so corny
It's two-thirty early in tha mornin'
The way I cook a brick, it's like I'm doin' a performanceAll 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 stankyLames 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)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 yak
Or posted in tha parking lot sittin' on tha 'lacThem bitches got weight
Them bitches got work
Them bitches wanna trip
Them bitches gettin' murkedAnd stick em in tha dirt
And gone 'bout our business
And it ain't nothin' personal
It's all bout tha figuresIt's M.O.E. till a bitch a dead
And I don't give a fuck about what a bitch said
I'm still gettin' money I'm still gettin' rich
I'm still that woman that will take your dickYeah, tha truth hurts, you still gotta face it
I spent ya whole deal on my ring and my bracelet
It's top notch twat
Cream of tha cropI'm beatin' down ya block
And let the choppers chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chopLames 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)