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GAMETIME (feat. BRIL) Video (MV)




Performed By: J-Money
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Jaden Roberts




J-Money - GAMETIME (feat. BRIL) Lyrics
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Dribble it, dribble it
Game time, you wanna hoop, what's the word
Ya five my five, we can hoop like the Spurs
Game time, get you crossed like A.I
Money through the oop, I'ma bang from the baseline
You get low, so we aim for the waistline
Got a bad bitch callin' my mainline
Call my niggas, they gon' make your face shine
I'm humping two bitches at the same time
These bitches like layups and one
I shoot from the three like I'm Trey Young
My clip hold two four like I'm Kobe
Bold heads in the clip like Ginobili
Niggas be hatin' for what, they don't know me
They gon' make me mask up, show the old me
I can't wait to flood my wrist, get that rollie
Free the guys out the cells, free the brodies
You get the ball, freeze up, start dribblin'
I got the ball, I'm not dribblin'
Pass broski, the Glock and he drillin' shit
Clip not an N-A, you see that, he pillin' shit
I got the sauce, she feelin' it
Shizz raw, got the hand, he willin' shit
Lil' bro off the band, he back drillin' shit
I'm out LA and I'm livin' it
I used to play ball at my old house
R.I.P. make you stop like a charge foul
Bro be wackin' on niggas, got four foul
It's a blow out, Gotta throw out like four tiles
My clip hold 33 like Larry Bird
This bitch like the ref, this bitch, get on my nerves
When I'm done, kick that bitch to the curb
I go in UA and I splurge
Game time, you wanna hoop, what's the word
Your five, my five, we can hoop like the Spurs
Game time, get you crossed like A-I
Money through the oop, I'ma bang from the baseline
You get low, so we aim for the waistline
Got a bad bitch callin' my mainline
Call my niggas, they gon' make your face shine
I'm humping two bitches at the same time
I come in clutch for my homies on Dame time
Lil' Brody, he shootin' the daytime
Caught a wiggy, we hit you like 8-Times
Lil' bitch annoying, she just wanna FaceTime
This my year, Yeah I'm all in my prime
Passin' these hoes, Yeah I'm throwin' these dimes
In my city, they committin' crimes
They puttin' they life on the line
Gotta stay focused, gotta stay on my grind
Bitch, I'ma star, I'ma shine
I can't wait till I get signed
Get a crib for my brothers and mom
Get a crib for my mom
Humping a bitch and she a dime
Hit from the back, breakin' her spine
She callin' my phone, I'm pressin' decline
Nigga, you sweet, you tussle for bitches
Money a sniper, he hustle for bitches, Big Brodie he
Trapping, he hustle with bitches,
Don't wanna fight, but you knucklin' bitches
Bitch, I'm a bull, I'm duckin' these bitches
Niggas can't guard me, they doublin' niggas
My niggas, they come from the trenches, they in it
Look at the clock, nigga, it's tickin'
We spittin' to your block, nigga, we spinnin'
Nigga, you down, we up, we winnin'
Look at my smile, I'm always grinnin'
I'm her pussy, you know that I'm swimmin'
Game time, you wanna hoop, what's the word
A five my five, we can hoop like the Spurs
Game time, get you crossed like AI
Money through the hoop, I'ma bang from the baseline
You get low, so we aim for the waistline
Got a bad bitch callin' my mainline
Call my niggas, they gon' make your face shine
I'm humping two bitches at the same time
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English

Dribble it, dribble it
Game time, you wanna hoop, what's the word
Ya five my five, we can hoop like the Spurs
Game time, get you crossed like A.I
Money through the oop, I'ma bang from the baseline
You get low, so we aim for the waistline
Got a bad bitch callin' my mainline
Call my niggas, they gon' make your face shine
I'm humping two bitches at the same time
These bitches like layups and one
I shoot from the three like I'm Trey Young
My clip hold two four like I'm Kobe
Bold heads in the clip like Ginobili
Niggas be hatin' for what, they don't know me
They gon' make me mask up, show the old me
I can't wait to flood my wrist, get that rollie
Free the guys out the cells, free the brodies
You get the ball, freeze up, start dribblin'
I got the ball, I'm not dribblin'
Pass broski, the Glock and he drillin' shit
Clip not an N-A, you see that, he pillin' shit
I got the sauce, she feelin' it
Shizz raw, got the hand, he willin' shit
Lil' bro off the band, he back drillin' shit
I'm out LA and I'm livin' it
I used to play ball at my old house
R.I.P. make you stop like a charge foul
Bro be wackin' on niggas, got four foul
It's a blow out, Gotta throw out like four tiles
My clip hold 33 like Larry Bird
This bitch like the ref, this bitch, get on my nerves
When I'm done, kick that bitch to the curb
I go in UA and I splurge
Game time, you wanna hoop, what's the word
Your five, my five, we can hoop like the Spurs
Game time, get you crossed like A-I
Money through the oop, I'ma bang from the baseline
You get low, so we aim for the waistline
Got a bad bitch callin' my mainline
Call my niggas, they gon' make your face shine
I'm humping two bitches at the same time
I come in clutch for my homies on Dame time
Lil' Brody, he shootin' the daytime
Caught a wiggy, we hit you like 8-Times
Lil' bitch annoying, she just wanna FaceTime
This my year, Yeah I'm all in my prime
Passin' these hoes, Yeah I'm throwin' these dimes
In my city, they committin' crimes
They puttin' they life on the line
Gotta stay focused, gotta stay on my grind
Bitch, I'ma star, I'ma shine
I can't wait till I get signed
Get a crib for my brothers and mom
Get a crib for my mom
Humping a bitch and she a dime
Hit from the back, breakin' her spine
She callin' my phone, I'm pressin' decline
Nigga, you sweet, you tussle for bitches
Money a sniper, he hustle for bitches, Big Brodie he
Trapping, he hustle with bitches,
Don't wanna fight, but you knucklin' bitches
Bitch, I'm a bull, I'm duckin' these bitches
Niggas can't guard me, they doublin' niggas
My niggas, they come from the trenches, they in it
Look at the clock, nigga, it's tickin'
We spittin' to your block, nigga, we spinnin'
Nigga, you down, we up, we winnin'
Look at my smile, I'm always grinnin'
I'm her pussy, you know that I'm swimmin'
Game time, you wanna hoop, what's the word
A five my five, we can hoop like the Spurs
Game time, get you crossed like AI
Money through the hoop, I'ma bang from the baseline
You get low, so we aim for the waistline
Got a bad bitch callin' my mainline
Call my niggas, they gon' make your face shine
I'm humping two bitches at the same time
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Writer: Jaden Roberts
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