Baller

(One, two, three)
(Make you feel lucky, lucky)
(Make you wanna love me, love me)
(Baby, when you with me, with me)
(Got no worries, worries)
(I love it when you touch me, touch me)
(Feelin' so lovely, lovely)
(Make me wanna love me, love me)
(Make me feel lucky, lucky)

I was born a star soon to be a baller
Gotta get the money cause it keep calling
Made it out the trenches I feel like a scholar
Use to sip shots now I'm chugging bottles
Diamonds on me yellow like it's lemonade
And since I'm wearing all this green I gotta paper chase
I'm just chasing dreams like everyone so please don't hate
And even though the skies are gray I know it's better days
I was born a star soon to be a baller
Gotta get the money cause it keep calling
Made it out the trenches I feel like a scholar
Use to sip shots now I'm chugging bottles
Diamonds on me yellow like it's lemonade
And since I'm wearing all this green I gotta paper chase
I'm just chasing dreams like everyone so please don't hate
And even though the skies are gray I know it's better days

(Hey)
(Oh-Uh, How it go-uh)
(Yeah, Oh-How it go)
(Yeah, oh-how it go-Uh)
(Hey, Uh)

I'm a real one who the fuck is you
Raised in the hood where niggas shoot like it's a hoop
I'm just trynna get myself a fucking Audi coupe
Pouring out my heart on this beat cause it's the truth
That's why all the thugs singing now
Yeah the pain is coming out
Went through so much hurt we trynna let it out
Focused on the green and I can see it now
And all the real hoodlums gone feel it
Fuck niggas better not play
Trynna get these curses off me
Trynna give my fam they own plate
Stop me then I'm gone spray
Sit back and watch a young baller
Picking up the phone because I know that money calling
Battling my demons staying solid, solid
For my daddy brother sister and my fucking momma
I was born a star soon to be a baller
Gotta get the money cause it keep calling
Made it out the trenches I feel like a scholar
Use to sip shots now I'm chugging bottles
Diamonds on me yellow like it's lemonade
And since I'm wearing all this green I gotta paper chase
I'm just chasing dreams like everyone so please don't hate
And even though the skies are gray I know it's better days
I was born a star soon to be a baller
Gotta get the money cause it keep calling
Made it out the trenches I feel like a scholar
Use to sip shots now I'm chugging bottles
Diamonds on me yellow like it's lemonade
And since I'm wearing all this green I gotta paper chase
I'm just chasing dreams like everyone so please don't hate
And even though the skies are gray I know it's better days



Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Baubien
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