Ballers (feat. Shawnna)

Sha sha yeah sha Shawna, shout hey

Shawnna get laughs sitting on trade

Shawnna don't need no ****, I'm paid

Shawnna get stacks, Shawnna get grail

Shawnna get debts so you better not squeal

I post it on the grind

My girls to control

'Cause that fake Patron got to sip it real slow

I'm looking like a star

Ice on my neck

Ice on my wrist, ice on my chest

You might wanna flick

But that ain't on that

I'm way fucked up, I'm way too bad

And I don't give a fuck, I got it like that

It took a **** deuce, I got it right back

And now they like damn, kinda like amazing

Time to roll four, five blunts and we blazing

Look at shorty gazing, looking like he wan't me

Sorry little daddy, I'm tryna get your homie

Lames can't call her, lames can't call her

All she date is ballers, she always date ballers

Shorty got a fetish

But was you gon' 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 always date ballers

Shorty got a fetish

But was you gon' get it

She only date ballers

It's a bitch, sho' love

I'm Gucci, man, I'm flair, I'm MVP

I know your baby mama real proud of me

The biz line say they get tired of me

I'm young kush, man, I sell, never QPs

Shorty so fine Gucci man, I'm good

She so pretty, but still so hood

How little darling how are you, shorty?

I'm so moral-less I can't call it

I'm so Southern, you so naughty

We sold crack, while they so corny

He's too dirty, early morning

The way I cook it brick

Is like I'm doing a performance

All eyes on we, homegirl want me

Say he on the track so the track real funky

Feds wear mar-key Gucci gold darkie

**** play crazy get less stanky

Lance can't call her, Lance can't call her

All she date is ballers, she only date ballers

Shorty got a fetish

But was you gon' 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

Shorty got a fetish

But was you gon' get it

She only date ballers

This is Shawnna

I broke the first three of bitches in the hood

My hand want bitches smoking on the good

Sittin' on the floor, sipping on the gas

I post in the park a lot, sittin' on the 'Lac

The bitches got break, the bitches got work

The bitches wanna trip, the bitches gettin' murked

You stick them in the dirt and go on 'bout her b'ness

And it ain't nothin personal

It's all about the figures

It's M O B, till a bitch dead

And I don't give a fuck about what a bitch said

Still gettin' money, still gettin' rich

I'm still that women that'll take your dick

And yeah the truth hurts, you still got to face it

I spent ya whole deal, on my ring and my bracelet

It's top notch twat, cream of the crop

I'm beating down your block let me

Chop a 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

Shorty got a fetish

But was you gon' 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

Shorty got a fetish

But was you gon' get it

She only date ballers

Is Miss Shawnna

Chill, chill