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Baller Songtext
von Summer Walker

Baller Songtext

(Baller, shot)
Tonight′s event is proudly sponsored by big dicks, rich niggas and black cars
It's your girl, NeNe Leakes (lookin′ for a baller)

I need a baller, shot caller
Take me to the mall, so I can spend a couple dollars
Yeah, I'm tryna give to you, show me what you got (GloRilla)
Run and call the bank so I can shop 'til I drop (on gang)

I like black niggas (ooh) that got black cards (yeah)
Yeah, this ass soft (uh-huh), ′cause my head hard (ay)
I keep a side nigga (yup) just like my side parts (okay)
And I can′t fuck no nigga that ain't no MyChart (ugh)

He just iced me out (hoo) but tryna be my man
He wrote a song about me (damn), ooh, you want me back? (Okay)
Apply that pressure ′bout me, baby, don't be actin′ scared (the fuck?)
Fuck bein' nonchalant, I need my nigga to kiss my ass (mwah)

I got my hand out (yup), but we ain′t shakin' hands (uh-huh)
I ain't no broke-ass bitch, baby, we go band for band (stamp that)
This shit like Burger King (I′m tellin′ you), I'm havin′ shit my way (you feel me?)
Matter of fact, put your wallet up, I got it bae (on gang, gang)


I need a baller, shot caller
Take me to the mall, so I can spend a couple dollars
Yeah, I'm tryna give to you, show me what you got
Run and call the bank so I can shop ′til I drop

Ay (huh, huh), it's Leo, damn (damn), what can I say?
Huh, it was poor ass nigga after poor ass nigga (yeah, yeah)
I had to finally up my rank (dummy)
Huh, I ain′t got shit for a ho, if he drop that load, then it must be a bank (come on)
Huh, I'm too damn stiff on a bitch, a dumb-ass ho is somethin' I ain′t (yeah, yeah)
Might tell you a joke, won′t tell you a lie (uh-huh), I'm a P ′til the day that I die (I die)
I be tryna tell you these niggas ain't shit, I′m cool 'cause these y′all niggas, not mine

See me? I run a tight-ass ship (uh-huh)
I'm the one do the hirin' and firin′ (on God)
If that nigga ain′t spendin' no money, that′s not a red flag
Bitch, that's a siren, dummy

Weddin′ of the year, pink dress, pink pimpcess (yeah)
Pretty bitch with a dip set (yeah)
Had to lock 'em down like a Kwikset (yeah, yeah)
With my nigga, every day is Christmas (on God)
I could give a fuck what a bitch said, mind your bidness (dummy)
This big ass ring on my finger, bitch, I ain′t never ever gave mistress


I need a baller, shot caller
Take me to the mall so I can spend a couple dollars
Yeah, I'm tryna give to you, show me what you got
Run and call the bank so I can shop 'til I drop

I need a rich nigga, not a bitch nigga
Where your money at, bookie? Show me what you got (Sexyy)
Tired of fuckin′ lame niggas, they ain′t got no guap (boogers)
Fuck buyin' me some flowers, daddy, buy me a new Glock (uh)
It′s Sexyy (mm-hm)

The closer I get to you (get, get)
More trips and shoppin' sprees (I bought me)
By givin′ me all you got
You're all that captured me

(The closer I get to you) up at dinner, get the bill, you gon′ take it
(The more you make me see) give me the treatment, get my hair and my nails did
(By givin' me all you got) yeah
(Your love has captured me)

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