"Jerry Curry (Love & Basketball)" lyrics

[Yung LA:]
Pay more
(Young Metro)
Futuristic
(Leland on Leland)
(Metro)
(DJ Spinz, fuck nigga)
Jerry eighty ball (Eighty)
Curry thirty ball
NBA, NFL, nah, this basketball (Basketball)
Yeah
Nah, for real (Eighty-five ball)
(Hood rich)

Jerry Rice, eighty ball (Eighty)
Curry, thirty ball
NBA or NFL, like nah, this basketball (Nah, for real)
Flew her overseas then we gon' love and basketball (Let's ball)
Lean go out the gym, I blew a thirty like Adderall (Thirty)
Truey-truey robin denim, I can still afford 'em all
Tell that boy you gon' hit him back, you in here with the frogs
Passin' her to my brother, I had to dish her like Chris Paul (Dish it)
And you know she eatin' it up, got topped off to my draws

Tall frog, big dog, can't do nothing small
Starting me, no, punk in me, it's on us, never off
Baby, be my line down, she tryna get to the law
In the club she was jumpin' us, now she wanna fuck with the boss
How you ball? Five times ten, frog you little again (Five ten)
Ignore the call, you ain't handle billion, you can't get back in (Handle a billion)
Thin tint, thin mint, back when (Back then)
Pumpin' froze in shore, you can see the fit (Fifty-three)
And I'm right at niggas neck, like a chin
Karate chop my young ho, now she pull out Benz (Yeah)
Jump shot at the buzzer, tryna win (At the buzzer)
Brand new lingo, like it just came out the can

Jerry Rice, eighty ball (Eighty)
Curry, thirty ball (Thirty)
NBA or NFL, like nah, this basketball (Nah, for real)
Flew her overseas then we gon' love and basketball (Let's ball)
Lean go out the gym, I blew a thirty like Adderall (Thirty)
Truey-truey robin denim, I can still afford 'em all
Tell that boy you gon' hit him back, you in here with the frogs
Passin' her to my brother, I had to dish her like Chris Paul (Dish it)
And you know she eatin' it up, got topped off to my draws
(Hood rich)

[Lil Baby:]
I've be ballin' hard, know how to piss 'em off
Pull up, new Ferrari, old school and half a ticket
I don't let her get far, she know how to get me off (Off)
I'm on a paper chase, I don't fuck with y'all
Me and my quota bigger, that's the best part (Yeah)
She a bad bitch, I treat her like a escort
Hundred racks in there, got twenty-nine, I ball hard
We go all around the world living like rockstars
Overseas, fuckin' up stores and every boutique in Paris
In Atlanta 'round two eighty-five to Australia
I know niggas run they mouth like hoes, so I don't tell 'em nothin'
Hit him hard and move in silence, nigga, I'm from Zone 4

[Yung LA:]
Jerry Rice, eighty ball (Eighty)
Curry, thirty ball (Thirty)
NBA or NFL, like nah, this basketball (Nah, for real)
Flew her overseas then we gon' love and basketball (Let's ball)
Lean go out the gym, I blew a thirty like Adderall (Thirty)
Truey-truey robin denim, I can still afford 'em all
Tell that boy you gon' hit him back, you in here with the frogs
Passin' her to my brother, I had to dish her like Chris Paul (Dish it)
And you know she eatin' it up, got topped off to my draws

[Lil Baby:]
Overly trim, I really put it down, it's what I'm known for
Makin' a thousand everyday, we standin' in front of the corner store
Move like Donald Trump around this bitch, I do what I want to do
I can't ever go against the grain even if I wanted to

[Yung LA:]
We came out with bands, and we still slam fine shit, go ask Vince McMahon (Ooh, fine stuff)
Huh, what's up with your mans? (What's up?)
Kilo rich like a thousand grams (Kilo rich)

[Desi Banks:]
I'm ready to have some fun again, I swear to God
I swear I tellin' Parlae like, I've been tellin' Metro like this whole time, we need to get it back goin'
Metro, come on, now
Shit, I was— I'm on the way to you now