Gucci Mane Feat. Shawnna - Ballers lyrics

rate me

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 all 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 niggaz 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

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)

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's

Shawnna 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 it

I'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 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

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)

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 '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 about 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 bracelet

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, chop, chop

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)