you're lookin' for a baller, baller From the yay, from the yay, poppin' my collar If you're lookin' for a baller, baller Whassup baby? Still dreamin'? For a
that look, when he give me that look Then the panties comin' off, off, uh Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy you know I really got a thing for American
and kiss my love gun Got a look that'll kill, voice that'll carry Half a dozen women that think I want a marry I got trouble on my mind, I'm refusin'
but a got a lot to show for it Always had drive like I had to chauffeur it My team's so true we should get a camera crew To follow us around and make a
like that You can suck a dick, you can suck on a ballsack No, no I don't endorse that, p-p-pause that, a-a-abort that Just the other day me go a London
beyond The top gets higher the more that I climb The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga But soon for a
eat out so what we going for dinner for [Pusha T] Miami nights on the search for some T and A Tryna hide what's obvious to see in me We conversate a
that twinkle in her eye's for me I said just show me a signal She flashed red, amber, green Stop, take a look, left and right Is it clear for me to
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing
fancy, huh? Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here They get a baller, think that they ain't got to pick a
for Go inside, for your finest inspiration Your dreams will open the door It makes no difference if you're black or white If you're a boy or a girl
sweeter I'm looking forward to the future But my eyesight is going bad And this crystal ball It's always cloudy except for, except for When you look into the past, look
last call I'll be standing on the ball Oh yeah Screaming from the windows to the walls It feels good to be a star, yo, got a light for my cigar So many
with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a
money come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide
sixteen, you don't have a rep yet" I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please" She said "no, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show
Feeling like my life been chose All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes When it?s on My man there, gat in his hand What you do when you got a master
