Goalie
We ran up the chips
Ran up that money, now I cannot slip
Yeah, I keep it on me
Try to run up on me, leave your mama lonely
I be with killers who score like Ginobili
Need the A.P but first I need the rollie
She play against me, myself thought it was Sony
Stuck with the cheese, baby, macaroni
I'm tryna ball, they tryna play the goalie
Diamonds water like
Sippin' on codeine
She ride like a pony
I trap hard like Tony
Bro on the block 24 like he Kobe
Whippin' up Zack and that shit came with Cody
You say your real, baby girl then show me
He say he real but I know he phoney
I'm tryna ball, they tryna be the goalie
I'm tryna ball, they tryna be the goalie
Don't say you're my crodie
Nigga you don't know me
Huggin' the streets like my lil' honey
Ain't 'bout a cheque, ain't no discussin'
Glizzy for start, just press a button
Started with nothin' turned it into somthin'
Lil' bro we thristy for that redruM
In love with money, in love with thumbin'
I think I like the man i've become
We ran up the chips
Ran up that money, now I cannot slip
Yeah, I keep it on me
Try to run up on me, leave your mama lonely
I be with killers who score like Ginobili
Need the A.P but first I need the rollie
She play against me, myself thought it was Sony
Stuck with the cheese, baby, macaroni
I'm tryna ball, they tryna play the goalie
Take him out his glory, take him out his prime
Can't trip on the lil' bitch, I know she ain't mine
Don't fuck with the pigs, I don't fuck with
They change like the weather, they change like the time
Even if as an eye won't drop a dime
Lil' mama bad, it might be a crime
Life give me lemons, now i'm in the live
Sippin' on Henny, it give me the swag
Bro gotta tuck it, no guns in the back
I might just fuck on your bitch in the Jag'
I might just get your man popped like a tag
Fully auto glizzy's, extended my mag'
Flexin' for all the shit I never had
I might just pull up in that G-Wag'
I know she ridin' for me like a cab
We ran up the chips
Ran up that money, now I cannot slip
Yeah, I keep it on me
Try to run up on me, leave your mama lonely
I be with killers who score like Ginobili
Need the A.P but first I need the rollie
She play against me, myself thought it was Sony
Stuck with the cheese, baby, macaroni
I'm tryna ball, they tryna play the goalie
Ran up that money, now I cannot slip
Yeah, I keep it on me
Try to run up on me, leave your mama lonely
I be with killers who score like Ginobili
Need the A.P but first I need the rollie
She play against me, myself thought it was Sony
Stuck with the cheese, baby, macaroni
I'm tryna ball, they tryna play the goalie
Diamonds water like
Sippin' on codeine
She ride like a pony
I trap hard like Tony
Bro on the block 24 like he Kobe
Whippin' up Zack and that shit came with Cody
You say your real, baby girl then show me
He say he real but I know he phoney
I'm tryna ball, they tryna be the goalie
I'm tryna ball, they tryna be the goalie
Don't say you're my crodie
Nigga you don't know me
Huggin' the streets like my lil' honey
Ain't 'bout a cheque, ain't no discussin'
Glizzy for start, just press a button
Started with nothin' turned it into somthin'
Lil' bro we thristy for that redruM
In love with money, in love with thumbin'
I think I like the man i've become
We ran up the chips
Ran up that money, now I cannot slip
Yeah, I keep it on me
Try to run up on me, leave your mama lonely
I be with killers who score like Ginobili
Need the A.P but first I need the rollie
She play against me, myself thought it was Sony
Stuck with the cheese, baby, macaroni
I'm tryna ball, they tryna play the goalie
Take him out his glory, take him out his prime
Can't trip on the lil' bitch, I know she ain't mine
Don't fuck with the pigs, I don't fuck with
They change like the weather, they change like the time
Even if as an eye won't drop a dime
Lil' mama bad, it might be a crime
Life give me lemons, now i'm in the live
Sippin' on Henny, it give me the swag
Bro gotta tuck it, no guns in the back
I might just fuck on your bitch in the Jag'
I might just get your man popped like a tag
Fully auto glizzy's, extended my mag'
Flexin' for all the shit I never had
I might just pull up in that G-Wag'
I know she ridin' for me like a cab
We ran up the chips
Ran up that money, now I cannot slip
Yeah, I keep it on me
Try to run up on me, leave your mama lonely
I be with killers who score like Ginobili
Need the A.P but first I need the rollie
She play against me, myself thought it was Sony
Stuck with the cheese, baby, macaroni
I'm tryna ball, they tryna play the goalie
Credits
Writer(s): Dustin Martin, Traequan Mahoney
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