Romee Rombe - 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 its 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 grey 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 on shots now I'm chugging bottles
Diamonds on me yellow look like lemonade
And since I'm wearin all this green I gotta paper chase
I'm just chasing dreams like everyone so please don't hate
Even though the sky turn 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)
(aye, 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 my real hoodlums gone feel it
Fuck niggas better not play
Trynna get these curses off me
Trynna give the fam they own plate
Stop me and I'm gone spray
Sit back and watch a young baller
Picking up the phone because I know the money callin
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 on shots now I'm chugging bottles
Diamonds on me yellow like its 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 grey 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 its lemonade
And since I'm wearin 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 grey I know it's better days

Written by:
Jerome Baubien

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