Too $hort Lookin' For a Balla Lyrics

[Chorus 2x: 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 s__, to cookin and cleanin
Rich n____z 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 f**k you loud, with a strong voice
One rainy day and yo' a__ is out
No money to spend, you start passin out
So dramatic, even though it ain't yo' cash
b____es like you I wanna thank yo' a__
for bein shallow, I know you a bad ho
I wouldn't let yo' punk-a__ stand next to my shadow

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
I like a Cinderella story, but most of the time
These nothin-a__ golddiggin hoes are fine
A n____ frontin, you wanna have s__ with a star?

He drive a Benz, but it's the next n____ car
The only thing he own is that outfit
But he still stuck his d___ in yo' mouth b____
And after all that gettin f**ked on the floor
He called a taxi to take you home in the mornin
Dumb b____, you just got f**ked 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]