Top Songs By Sage the Gemini
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Sage the Gemini
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Songwriter:in
Dominic Wynn Woods
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My momma wanted me to be a baller but I ball a different way
I look at my Rollie, say, it's time to get this cake
I throw all this money but it never fade away
Uh, hoop dreams
[Verse 2]
I used to shoot the rock into my **** sold the rock (The rock)
They try to block my shot, I'm takin' Rollies out the box (The box)
I used to go to practice just to work on my defense (Defense)
Red and white Jersey
Red and white mean hit the fence (Yep)
I was outside tryna make another way
To cut the water off that soap shit that the NBA won't play (No)
I'm tryna see a check tack back, let it stack (Yeah)
'Cause this a long time before I see a contract (Whoa)
Momma, I can't help it, shit is gettin' real now
I know you want me in a jersey but we got these bills now
I know you want me on the court and not to visit me in court
I got you, girl, just be a good sport
[Verse 3]
My momma wanted me to be a baller but I ball a different way
(Different way)
I look at my Rollie, say, it's time to get this cake (Get this cake)
I throw all this money but it never fade away (Fade away)
Uh, hoop dreams
[Verse 4]
What the fuck, I look like goin' bass line with this forty on my waist line
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
What the fuck, I look like goin' bass line with this forty on my waist line
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
Shorty at my phone all the time tryna fuck me, that's a waste of time
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
Shorty at my phone all the time tryna fuck me, that's a waste of time
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
[Verse 5]
Sometimes I still feel like a hooper how I ball on ****
Talkin' summertime to winter and to fall on ****
I remember back when I couldn't even call on ****
So tell me how I'm really 'posed to feel
What the fuck I look like wastin' all my time?
I got money on my line
But keep 40 on my hip
I then make forty on my mind
I make forty in a day so I need eighty for my time
She ain't a dime
What the fuck I look like talkin' to a nine?
I've been in and out my mind but now I'm back up on my shit
Try to get some **** past us but they back up on my list
Momma, look what I accomplished
Always knew that I'd be rich
Now I rap and don't play ball but I'm still ballin' in this bitch
[Verse 6]
My momma wanted me to be a baller but I ball a different way
I look at my Rollie, say, it's time to get this cake
I throw all this money but it never fade away
Uh, hoop dreams
[Verse 7]
What the fuck, I look like goin' bass line with this forty on my waist line
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
What the fuck, I look like goin' bass line with this forty on my waist line
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
Shorty at my phone all the time tryna fuck me, that's a waste of time
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
Shorty at my phone all the time tryna fuck me, that's a waste of time
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
Written by: Adolph Robert Thornton Jr., Dominic Wynn Woods