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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
Writer(s): Jared Thorne, Tyrone "ty Dolla Sign" William Jr Griffin, Yonatan Watts, Fridayy Fridayy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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