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Lyricist: Yung Pinch
Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah Hey, oh-oh Yung Pinch in this ho, ayy, yeah Another day, another dollar (dollar) Shit gon' be the same tomorrow (tomorrow) I just wanna be a baller, yeah I just wanna be a baller, but Another day, another dollar (dollar) Hit the mall and spend it all (spend it all) I just wanna be a baller, yeah I just wanna be a baller (ayy) Another day, another dollar (ayy, yeah) Another day, another dollar I'm skippin' school, I'm a scholar Told your main bitch 'Holla' She know I wanna be a baller Bet she hit me up tomorrow Come right through if I call her I'm the real shot caller She so down for that beach boy But joke's on her, I don't want her Yeah, shorty a real primadonna She do not eat at McDonald's, yeah She want that filet mignon I make her work like Rihanna Shorty too comfortable with Daddy's money Go do it like nobody done before You cannot trust me, no Fuck what they say, I just wanna get paid These boys tryna get laid These boys got that shit made No, that's not me No, that's not me That ain't how the story goes Gotta get it on my own Heard they tryna take my flow Fuck it, let 'em have my flow You ain't know, now you know, oh-oh Another day, another dollar (dollar) Shit gon' be the same tomorrow (tomorrow) I just wanna be a baller, yeah I just wanna be a baller, but Another day, another dollar (dollar) Hit the mall and spend it all (spend it all) I just wanna be a baller, yeah I just wanna be a baller Another day, another dollar (another dollar) (ayy, yeah) Another day, another dollar Still skippin' school, I'm a scholar Your main bitch wanna holla She tryna kick it wit' the ballers Another day, another dollar Heard we ridin' Impalas Now she wanna come follow us And ever since she could remember, I been poppin' my collar But, shit, really though she don't know nada Might just pull up in the Honda Swoop on your bitch if I wanna She rock with the kid like Nirvana Baby, come pop some more You stuck at the bungalow We talkin' 'bout clubs, she up in those Crew Sunday brunch mimosas What can I say? She just tryna get laid She just need a bill paid These hoes stuck in they ways No, that's not me That's not my queen That ain't how the story goes She ain't gettin' no ring Never seen no king Can't trust no ho You ain't know, now you know, oh-oh Another day, another dollar (dollar) Shit gon' be the same tomorrow (tomorrow) I just wanna be a baller, yeah I just wanna be a baller, but Another day, another dollar (dollar) Hit the mall and spend it all (spend it all) I just wanna be a baller, yeah I just wanna be a baller Another day, another dollar (ayy, yeah) Another day, another dollar Another day, another dollar
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