Ballers (feat. Shawnna) (Amended Album Version) - Gucci Mane/Shawnna
Written by：Zaytoven for Mizay Entertainment
Shawnna got a 'lac sittin' on tres
Shawnna don't need no n**ga 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**ked up I'm way tore back
And I don't give a f**k I got it like that
They took a niggaz juice
I got it right back
And now they like 'D**n'
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 M V P
I know your baby mama real proud of me
The Benz line say they get tired of me
I'm young kush man I sell nothin' but Q P's
Shawnna so fine Gucci man 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 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 the track real funky
Pants red monkey Gucci go donkey
Niggaz 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**ches in tha hood
My and 1 b**ches smokin' on tha good
Sittin' on tha porch sippin' on tha yak
Or posted in tha parking lot sittin' on tha 'lac
Them b**ches got weight
Them b**ches got work
Them b**ches wanna trip
Them b**ches 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**ch a dead
Now I don't give a f**k about what a b**ch 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
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
Chill chill chill