Lyrics One Dollar Baller - Queen Drie

I got one dollar, but they want label me a baller
I got one dollar, but them want label me a baller
Dark skin color, so all the boys dema wanna holler
One dollar, catch me at the table with them other ballers

I got swag, hella bars
Ima little lookin gal but i′m on the blogs
Demeanor mad tough wanna hear me roar
Make you never vex me i got a bigger God
I got the scars to defend my tours
Baby if you really tough better rep your cause
Mama mad hot got the biggest bum
She on fire for the Lord so she speak in tongues
Abracadabra this ain't no magic
Grinding and it′s tunnel vision on Heaven
My muse is the Lord I'm doing His working
And I'm praying Jah please I for enter your resting
I write like I do, divine inspiration
I preach what I live steady doing my bestest
Tap me in I for do all your work
Make you never bench me before I collect my pension

I got one dollar, but they want label me a baller
I got one dollar, but them want label me a baller
Dark skin color, so all the boys dema wanna holler
One dollar, catch me at the table with them other ballers

If I ever compete know them niggas is defeated
Always completing I chok waiting for the pay day
Niggas is so narrow minded Drie I′m on the straightway
Niggas gon be agitated when they hear the replay
Hating on my song, heads bopping to the same beat
Wanna turn it off when they hearing that it′s the Queen Drie
Fuck with me turn it up you know this shit goes hard baby
When I'm on the road doing shows don′t be mad
Cause I been grinding and praying I don't ever get no sleep
Put the pen to the jotter my bars too deep
Deeper than rock bottom my rise gon steep
Steaming like broccoli my sweat gon sweet

Mb3 noko shi its okay
Mb3 mb3 mb3 mb3 noko shi amenkyeo me baller yea
Mb3 noko shi its okay
Mb3 mb3 mb3 mb3 noko shi amenkyeo me baller yea
Mb3 noko shi its okay
Mb3 mb3 mb3 mb3 noko shi amenkyeo me baller yea
Ahh
One one dollar baller yea