Too $hort (too Short) - Looking for a Dollar lyrics

[Hook 2X: Jazze Pha] We, roll dubs Ball, in clubs Dimes, no scrubs If you're lookin for a baller, baller [Break: Jazze Phe] 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 [Too $hort] Wha**up baby? Still dreaming? For a rich man, you still fiending? Well I hope you got sk**s if you know what I mean Everything from oral s**, to cooking and cleaning Rich n***as want it all, just like you And when I ball don't ask me what I do You want to be kept, keep your mouth shut But you'se a gold digger and you go out too much If I choose you, it'll be the wrong choice I'm saying, "f** you", loud, with a strong voice One rainy day and you're a** is out No money to spend, you start pa**ing out So dramatic, even though it ain't your cash b**hes like you I wanna thank your a** For being shallow, I know you a bad ho I wouldn't let your punk-a** stand next to my shadow [Hook] [Too $hort] I like a Cinderella story, but most of the time These nothing-a** gold digging hoes are fine A n***a fronting, you wanna have s** with a star? He drive a Benz, but it's the next n***a car The only thing he own is that outfit But he still stuck his dick in your mouth, b**h And after all that getting f**ed on the floor He called a taxi to take you home in the morning Dumb b**h, you just got f**ed by a flunkie See you at the club and you acting 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 want to 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! [Hook] [Too $hort] I don't want your key, you ain't getting mine Ask to use my car, you committing a crime Leave your panties or your bra, I throw them 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 dis you What you gonna 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 something, get a degree I know you wanna baller but it can't be me [Break] [Pimpin' Ken outro bleeds over to skit on next track]