Shoot
They wasn't with me. Back when I was driving in my 03.
I was sitting on that bench, they wouldn't play me
Now I'm up on these niggas
I been ballin
I been ballin
Now I just shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I can't pass that rock
I gotta hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
She love when I pull up in that brand new coupe
I don't know one thing she wouldn't do for me
When I was in the Honda
These hoes was not responsive
Now shorty want me to put it in
Without a _
More money, more problems
Big poppin, gettin money Junior mafia
Clock a different watch every day of the week
New cars ain't none of them leased
Real niggas and it can't be teached
Taught. I put a mill cash in the vault.
About half of that in the wall
Too much for the shoe box
I'm ballin, I'm putting up shots
I'm dunkin I feel like Lebron
It's Dolla and Fridayy
It's Fridayy and Dolla
Stackin these millions
I was broke for years, I was getting fed up
Had a shorty telling me to get my bread up
Prayed I get some money. Now I'm feeling blessed up!
Me and all my niggas working like we stressed up
(But we ain't stressed, no)
They wasn't with me. Back when I was driving in my 03.
I was sitting on that bench, they wouldn't play me
Now I'm up on these niggas
I been ballin
I been ballin
Now I just shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I can't pass that rock
I gotta hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
She love when I pull up in that brand new coupe
I don't know one thing she wouldn't do for me
I was sitting on that bench, they wouldn't play me
Now I'm up on these niggas
I been ballin
I been ballin
Now I just shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I can't pass that rock
I gotta hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
She love when I pull up in that brand new coupe
I don't know one thing she wouldn't do for me
When I was in the Honda
These hoes was not responsive
Now shorty want me to put it in
Without a _
More money, more problems
Big poppin, gettin money Junior mafia
Clock a different watch every day of the week
New cars ain't none of them leased
Real niggas and it can't be teached
Taught. I put a mill cash in the vault.
About half of that in the wall
Too much for the shoe box
I'm ballin, I'm putting up shots
I'm dunkin I feel like Lebron
It's Dolla and Fridayy
It's Fridayy and Dolla
Stackin these millions
I was broke for years, I was getting fed up
Had a shorty telling me to get my bread up
Prayed I get some money. Now I'm feeling blessed up!
Me and all my niggas working like we stressed up
(But we ain't stressed, no)
They wasn't with me. Back when I was driving in my 03.
I was sitting on that bench, they wouldn't play me
Now I'm up on these niggas
I been ballin
I been ballin
Now I just shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I can't pass that rock
I gotta hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
She love when I pull up in that brand new coupe
I don't know one thing she wouldn't do for me
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Thorne, Tyrone "ty Dolla Sign" William Jr Griffin, Yonatan Watts, Fridayy Fridayy
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