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TYGA - Baller Alert Lyrics

Ft. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross

Alright girls, get up and let’s get this money
Ya know what time it is, it’s ballas in here baby
Big ballas, lets get it!

(Bridge: Tyga)
Baller alert, it’s balla alert
Work for them dollers, yeah
Baller alert, it’s balla alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, it’s balla alert
Work for them dollers, yeah
Ballin' every year, I’m the balla of the year, yeah

(Hook: Tyga)
Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Yeah, I tear them all up every year
Yeah I’m tearing cars up every year
I’m the baller of the year, yeah

(Verse: Tyga)
Uh, drop it to the floor bitch like it’s on fire
Hmm oh my God, why the fuck ya lyin'?
Brand new Rari, did I lease it? Did I buy it?
Why the f**k it matter bitch? Ya will neva drive it
Baller alert, yeah I’mma need a driver
Pull up to the valley, the keys is in the ashtray
Last time I checked nigga ya was in last place
Last Kings Records, I’mma scream it till my last day
Gamblin' wit the cash, that’s how ya let the band play
Ya see them rings? Fifty k for that handshake
Baller alert and now I’m bein' Instagrammed
Baller alert, Yeah all my niggas millionaires

(Pre-Hook x3: Tyga)
Work for them dollars, yeah

(Hook: Tyga)

(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
Magic City day time just for breakfast
Magic City night time to see a Lexus
Tity 2 necklace, ya gon' respect this
I’m bout to put gettin' checks on my check list
Geek and watchin' Escobar on Netflix
I’m the type to buy shit for my next bitch
Make it so bad, we matchin'
Tell her send the pussy through the snap chat
While ya come in creepin', I was in the deep end
Jammin' on The Weeknd, South Beach for the weekend
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
And my phone ring it mean the money callin'
Put yo hand up, ya got hunnid dollas
Put two hands up, ya got hunnid thousand
Comin' straight from the public house
So tell me how the fuck I get a bunch of houses


(Verse 3: Rick Ross)
Like a boss
Took your bitch to Buduka cause that booty been the bomb
Got the Beamer, got the Bentley, push the top like I’m Lebron
Avianca, Escobar, but don’t make me drop a bomb
Sixty bitches, Magic City, got em dancin' like they get it
Poppin' pussy, dream chasin', I might fly this bitch to Philly
I might let the top down if she keep her head this pretty
I luv models, I’m a baller, I’m a shoota, I’m a starter
I’mma holler, know I got her, tell her friend just what I bought her
Neva post her to the page and if I do, she gotta swallow
Yeah I live in 3-0-5, still callin' at the bottle
Drafted straight into the pros, we neva did a day of college

(Pre-Hook x3)



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