Back to Top

Gamble Video (MV)




Performed By: Zay Corleone
Length: 2:46
Written by: Zay Corleone
[Correct Info]



Zay Corleone - Gamble Lyrics




Yea...
Yea...
Yea...
Yea...
Check me out...

Louis backpack cost a half-pound
This aint sprayground, I just cashed out
No slow bucks took the fast route
Bitches go nuts put they ass out
F*ck beef nigga Im a cash cow
Good heat leave em' in his last hour
I just took a flight to the nap-town
Had to max out, flew back with racks
Send me location I google the map
Zay Corleone Im a fool with that pack
Aint gotta cap you can google the facts
I was just riding with 2 in the back

Mama had caught me up weighing that sack
She was like, hell is you doing with that
I was like, weighing up 3 and a half
She took the bags and flushed all the Gas
Cant even trip, a little quarter zip
I was almost through with that pack
I love investing re-cooping it back
We cant do business you move like a rat
All that loud talking, shit wack
Im off loud, sparking this thrax
You must want it in your mouth
The way you hanging on my dick
I feel like Nicki, I beez in da trap
This beat a foreign, Parrissé on the track
These niggas be pussy to the fact
They wont ask for their own shit back
I dont dick ride, I dont kiss ass
Im a call the shit just like it happen
Boy you big cappin
You aint been snappin
Im the chick magnet, call me big daddy
(Know that, Bitch)... Corleone baby

Louis backpack cost a half-pound
This aint sprayground, I just cashed out
No slow bucks took the fast route
Bitches go nuts put they ass out
I be so turnt I get top in a taxi
She say she bleeding, I ask her whats bracking
I am that nigga posted in the alley
I got the weed they asking for Addys
He want a feature then send the attachment
I need the whole thang, F*ck a fraction
Oh you be trapping lil nigga what happening
I can show you how to run it up faster
4 phones all made by Apple
I got racks f*ck waiting on Fasfa (rackades)
Yea... Playa pat i had to get it together
Only my regulars getting a special
I just served a lunch lady some pressure
No cap I be sliding with extra
Try and jack you be riding a stretcher
You dont want your Mama crying in Bethel

(Your Mama good at that, pew pew, 21
Im good with them cards)

Louis backpack cost a half-pound
This aint sprayground, I just cashed out
No slow bucks took the fast route
Bitches go nuts put they ass out
F*ck beef nigga Im a cash cow
Good heat leave em' in his last hour
I just took a flight to the nap-town
Had to max out, flew back with racks
Send me location I google the map
Zay Corleone Im a fool with that pack
Aint gotta cap you can google the facts
I was just riding with 2 in the back

(Thats where I need to go to the casino get my money up...
You laughing... I done won big money going over there)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Yea...
Yea...
Yea...
Yea...
Check me out...

Louis backpack cost a half-pound
This aint sprayground, I just cashed out
No slow bucks took the fast route
Bitches go nuts put they ass out
F*ck beef nigga Im a cash cow
Good heat leave em' in his last hour
I just took a flight to the nap-town
Had to max out, flew back with racks
Send me location I google the map
Zay Corleone Im a fool with that pack
Aint gotta cap you can google the facts
I was just riding with 2 in the back

Mama had caught me up weighing that sack
She was like, hell is you doing with that
I was like, weighing up 3 and a half
She took the bags and flushed all the Gas
Cant even trip, a little quarter zip
I was almost through with that pack
I love investing re-cooping it back
We cant do business you move like a rat
All that loud talking, shit wack
Im off loud, sparking this thrax
You must want it in your mouth
The way you hanging on my dick
I feel like Nicki, I beez in da trap
This beat a foreign, Parrissé on the track
These niggas be pussy to the fact
They wont ask for their own shit back
I dont dick ride, I dont kiss ass
Im a call the shit just like it happen
Boy you big cappin
You aint been snappin
Im the chick magnet, call me big daddy
(Know that, Bitch)... Corleone baby

Louis backpack cost a half-pound
This aint sprayground, I just cashed out
No slow bucks took the fast route
Bitches go nuts put they ass out
I be so turnt I get top in a taxi
She say she bleeding, I ask her whats bracking
I am that nigga posted in the alley
I got the weed they asking for Addys
He want a feature then send the attachment
I need the whole thang, F*ck a fraction
Oh you be trapping lil nigga what happening
I can show you how to run it up faster
4 phones all made by Apple
I got racks f*ck waiting on Fasfa (rackades)
Yea... Playa pat i had to get it together
Only my regulars getting a special
I just served a lunch lady some pressure
No cap I be sliding with extra
Try and jack you be riding a stretcher
You dont want your Mama crying in Bethel

(Your Mama good at that, pew pew, 21
Im good with them cards)

Louis backpack cost a half-pound
This aint sprayground, I just cashed out
No slow bucks took the fast route
Bitches go nuts put they ass out
F*ck beef nigga Im a cash cow
Good heat leave em' in his last hour
I just took a flight to the nap-town
Had to max out, flew back with racks
Send me location I google the map
Zay Corleone Im a fool with that pack
Aint gotta cap you can google the facts
I was just riding with 2 in the back

(Thats where I need to go to the casino get my money up...
You laughing... I done won big money going over there)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Zay Corleone
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Zay Corleone

Tags:
No tags yet