Gucci Mane - Ballers lyrics

Shawnna got a 'lac, sittin' on tres Shawnna don't need no n***a, 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 f**ed up, I'm way tore back And I don't give a f**, I got it like that They took a n***az 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 n***az 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 b**hes in tha hood My and 1 b**hes smokin' on tha good Sittin' on tha porch, sippin' on tha yak Or posted in tha parking lot sittin' on tha 'lac Them b**hes got weight Them b**hes got work Them b**hes wanna trip Them b**hes 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 b**h a dead And I don't give a f** about what a b**h 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)