GloRilla Baller

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[Intro: NeNe Leakes]
Tonight’s event is proudly sponsored by big dicks, rich niggas, and black cards
It’s your girl, NeNe Leakes

[Chorus: Summer Walker & GloRilla]
I need a baller, shot caller
Take me to the mall, so I can spend a couple dollars
Bae, 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)

[Verse 1: GloRilla]
I like black niggas (Ooh) that got black cars (Yeah)
Yeah, this ass soft (Uh-huh), ’cause my head hard (Damn)
I keep a side nigga (Yup) just like my side parts (Okay)
And I can’t fuck no nigga that ain’t got no MyChart (Ugh)
He just iced me out (Yeah), but tryna be my man
He wrote a song about me (Damn), ooh, you want me bad (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 wе ain’t shakin’ hands (Uh-huh)
I ain’t no broke-ass bitch, baby, we can go band for band (Stampedе)
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, this time I got it, babe (On gang, gang)

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
I need a baller, shot caller
Take me to the mall, so I can spend a couple dollars
Bae, I’m tryna give to you, show me what you got
Run and call the bank, so I can shop ’til I drop

[Verse 2: Monaleo]
Ayy, it’s Leo
Damn (Damn), what can I say?
Huh, it was poor ass nigga after poor ass nigga
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 something I ain’t
Might tell you a joke, won’t tell you a lie (Uh-huh)
I’m a P till the day that 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 hiring and firing (On God)
If that nigga ain’t spending no money, that’s not a red flag
Bitch, that’s a siren, dummy
Wedding of the year, pink dress, pink pimpcess (Yeah)
Pretty bitch with a dip set (Yeah)
Had to lock ’em down like a Kwikset
With my nigga, every day is Christmas (On God)
I could give a fuck what a bitch said, mind your business (Dummy)
This big ass ring on my finger, bitch, I ain’t never ever gave mistress

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
I need a baller, shot caller
Take me to the mall, so I can spend a couple dollars
Bae, I’m tryna give to you, show me what you got
Run and call the bank, so I can shop ’til I drop

[Verse 3: Sexyy Red]
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 (Losers)
Fuck buyin’ me some flowers, daddy, buy me a new Glock (Uh)
It’s Sexyy (Mm-hmm)

[Outro: Summer Walker & Roberta Flack]
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 giving me all you got)
Your love (Your love has captured me)