Lyrics

I never thought that you'd end up being the one To be chasing diamonds and wanting Saint Laurent Not chasing penny's you know that ain't no fun Could never lock you up you know you were on the run Every time i got you, yeah you'd get me back They was posted out front you were in the back Fuck a hot girl summer you wanted the money Yea You ain't talk numbers you ain't got nothing to say Put a nigga on a poster, how you ball like Shaq though We know where you at you in the back tho Have them coming in through the Back door Yeah yeah Tell these niggas hold up You been in the game check the stats though Light them up then we pass those You know what's up you ain't gotta ask those yeah yeah yeah yeah I taught you how to move Give them hell in Chanel that's a big mood You can't leave it when you see it check the views Tip the scales take no L's you can't lose Every time you pull up it's in something foreign Off the dribble you gone pull and i know you scoring You used to pray for love now you don't want that Balling on a nigga like you big Shaq Put a nigga on a poster, how you ball like Shaq though We know where you at you in the back tho Have them coming in through the Back door Yeah yeah Tell these niggas hold up You been in the game check the stats though Light them up then we pass those You know what's up you ain't gotta ask those yeah yeah yeah yeah Put a nigga on a poster, how you ball like Shaq though We know where you at you in the back tho Have them coming in through the Back door Yeah yeah
Writer(s): Rex Anthony Evans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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