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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saweetie
Rap
Johnny Goldstein
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Goldstein
Composer
Jim Lavigne
Composer
Madison Love
Composer
Demario Driver
Composer
Cheryl James
Composer
Sandra Denton
Composer
Diamonté Harper
Composer
Cole Basta
Composer
MARY ANN DAUGHERTY
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Goldstein
Producer
Eitan Noy
Engineer
Jaramiah Rios
Engineer
Milan Beker
Engineer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Like who there?
Ballin' in the big diamond hoops, yeah
Out here making big baller moves, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops, them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops, yeah
Rolls-Royce hanging from my ears, yeah
Everybody's shinin' up in here, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops, them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops
[Verse 1]
Aye, put me in the game coach
Hang my jersey in the rafters say my name coach (Kash Doll)
Take my pictures get me from the right angles
You in the game but not like me we ain't the same, no
Man, I'm the one that make the ballers buy the floor seats
Your boyfriend cheerleading from the nosebleeds (Sheesh)
Boy please, my whole team, make it rain for free
It ain't the money, or the fame it's the ring for me
Look thirty-point game, fifty-point chain (Bling)
I come from Detroit, we playin Cartiers
(Detroit) If my team do you dirty I'm the one to blame
Y'all keep throwing shade we gon' throw a rage
[Chorus]
Like who there?
Ballin' in the big diamond hoops, yeah
Out here making big baller moves, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops, them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops, yeah
Rolls-Royce hanging from my ears, yeah
Everybody's shinin' up in here, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops, them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops
[Verse 2]
Never take a day off
Wake up every day, and give them something they can hate on
Swear you ain't a fan in the stands, like the playoffs
Heavy sweat checks in the gym get that weight off
Baby, watch it pay off
It's easy I mix the raptors, with Nina Ricci
I'm single, know what they after, so they can reach me
Your girlfriend says she badder, you know she reaching
I'm seasoned, Saweetie, got that juice aint no secret
I know some brown-skinned baddies Coca-Cola
And some pretty snow bunnies like Lola
Save some for the chickas and cholas
The pretty girl mosh pit goin' loca!
[Verse 3]
Can't nobody run me
Bunny hopping to the bag, like Lola Bunny
I shoot my shot can't nobody take it from me
Fans all around the world you know they love me
I want to shoop-shoop-shoop in the paint
Make these players wanna act right
Slam dunking on these fools
Live your best life
Salt-N-Pepa on your hit list
Can I get a witness?
We lit, that's my sis
And it ain't none of your business
On the court, I'm heartless
Takin' charge, I'm lawless
They takin' no losses
Where my lady bosses? (Right here)
Wanna try me? You should check the score
Since 'eighty six, we've been putting numbers on the boards
[Chorus]
Like who there?
Ballin' in the big diamond hoops, yeah
Out here making big baller moves, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops, them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops, yeah
Rolls-Royce hanging from my ears, yeah
Everybody's shinin' up in here, yeah
Got them boys jumping through hoops, them hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoops, yeah
Written by: Avery Earls, Cheryl James, Cole Basta, Demario Driver, Diamonté Harper, Donnie Meadows, James William Lavigne, Jazon Akeith Jackson, Jim Lavigne, Johnny Goldstein, MARY ANN DAUGHERTY, Madison Love, Sandra Denton, Yonatan Goldstein