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Komponiste
Presteerders

Lirieke: Too $hort. Chase The Cat. Looking for a Baller.

We, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller

We, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
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
From the yay, from the yay, poppin' my collar
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller

Whassup 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 much

If 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' out

So 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 shadow

We, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller

We, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller

I 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 car

The 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 half

I 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, beotch

We, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller

We, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller

I 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 way

Hope 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 you

What'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 year

You 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 me

From 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

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