Baller Lyrics

Baller lyrics

(Uh) 

Yo R.B (Yo) 

Yo, I dont think they ready for us, kid (Yeah)


Clemons Brothers Federation 

All my mamis and fellas bounce 





Uh-uh-uh-uh 

Uh 

So youre lookin for a baller,
baby (Bounce) 

I can be your genie, baby (3rd Street) 

Get down,
baby (Bounce) 

Check it out 





If you lookin for a
baller thats who I be 

Take a woman out, treat her properly 

Take
you out to lunch, show you bout the finer things 

From Reebox, know you
gettin fatter things 





Lace you with the finest in underwear


Give you money for your feet, your nails or your hair 

Lay back
chillin in my luxury jeeps 

Tell me, baby, do you wanna roll with me 





If youre lookin for a baller 

Said youre tryin to stay
flossin 

Girl, I can be a genie 

Said youre tryin to stay flossin,
its all love 

(Ooh...) 





If youre lookin for a baller


Said youre tryin to stay flossin (Give me a call) 

Girl, I can be
a genie (Give me your number) 

Said youre tryin to stay flossin, its all
love 





I know youre tired of livin ghetto life 

Imma
bless you like the preachers wife 

Give you everything, all the luxuries


Show you the real mean McGreen 





You aint gotta live
this way again 

Flossin in your Benz wit your 20 inch rims 

Poppin
Crissy when its time to parlay 

Let me show you how ballers play 





Youve got to let me know (Ooh...) 

If you wanna roll
with me (If you wanna roll with me) 

Ball with me 

Lady, tell me
what you like (What you like) 

Yo, it aint a thing to me (Yeah, no thing,
baby) 

Lets be happy (If you wanna ball really) 





If
youre lookin for a baller 

Said youre tryin to stay flossin 

Girl,
I can