(feat. Jazze Pha)



[Chorus x2: 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]

Whassup baby?  Still dreamin?

For a rich man, you still fiendin?

Well I hope he got skills if you know what I mean

Everything from oral sex, to cookin and cleanin

Rich niggaz want it all, just like you

And when I ball don't ask me what I do

You wanna be kept, keep yo' mouth shut

But youse a golddigger and you go out too much

If I choose you, it'll be the wrong choice

I'm sayin fuck you loud, with a strong voice

One rainy day and yo' ass is out

No money to spend, you start passin out

So dramatic, even though it ain't yo' cash

Bitches like you I wanna thank yo' ass

for bein shallow, I know you a bad ho

I wouldn't let yo' punk-ass stand next to my shadow



[Chorus]



[Too $hort]

I like a Cinderella story, but most of the time

These nothin-ass golddiggin hoes are fine

A nigga frontin, you wanna have sex with a star?

He drive a Benz, but it's the next nigga car

The only thing he own is that outfit

But he still stuck his dick in yo' mouth bitch

And after all that gettin fucked on the floor

He called a taxi to take you home in the mornin

Dumb bitch, you just got fucked by a flunkie

See you at the club and you actin 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 wanna walk down the aisle but I cain't go

I got her number, but I never call her

You better look around and find another baller, beotch!



[Chorus]



[Too $hort]

I don't want yo' key, you ain't gettin mine

Ask to use my car, you commitin a crime

Leave yo' panties or yo' bra, I throw 'em away

Cain't find the door?  I show you the way

Hope you come back, but you just cain'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 diss you

What'chu gon' 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 somethin, 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]