Song Lyrics

My mama wanted me to be a baller but I balled a different way
I look at my Rollie, say it's time to get this cake
I throw all this money but it never fade away
Uh, hoop dreams

I used to shoot the rock until my nigga sold the rock (the rock)
They try to block my shot, I'm taking Rollies out the box (the box)
I used to go to practice just to work on my defense (defense)
Red and white jersey, red and white mean hit the fence (hey-ya)
I was outside, tryna make another way
They cut the water off that's some shit that the NBA won't play (no)
I'm tryna see a cheque tech back, let it stack (yuh)
'Cause it's a long time before I see a contract (woah)
Mama, I can't help it, shit is getting real now
I know you want me in a jersey but we got these bills now
I know you want me on the court and not to visit me in court
I got you girl, just be a good sport

My mama wanted me to be a baller but I balled a different way (different way)
I look at my Rollie, say it's time to get this cake (yeah, this cake)
I throw all this money but it never fade away (fade away)
Uh, hoop dreams

What the f*ck I look like going baseline with this forty on my waistline?
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
What the f*ck I look like going baseline with this forty on my waistline?
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
Shorty hit my phone all the time, tryna f*ck me, that's a waste of time
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
Shorty hit my phone all the time, tryna f*ck me, that's a waste of time
(Yeah, hoop dreams)

Sometimes I still feel like a hooper, how I ball on niggas
Talking summertime to winter and to fall on niggas
I remember back when I couldn't even call on niggas
So tell me how I'm really 'posed to feel
What the f*ck I look like wasting all my time?
I got money on my line
Bulky .40 on my hip, had to make 40 on my mind
I make forty in the day so I need eighty for my time
She ain't a dime
What the f*ck I look like talking to a nine?
I've been in and out my mind but now I'm back up on my shit
Try to get some niggas past us but they back up on my list
Mama, look what I accomplished, always knew that I'd be rich
Now I rap and don't play ball but I'm still ballin' in this bitch

My mama wanted me to be a baller but I balled a different way (different way)
I look at my Rollie, say it's time to get this cake (yeah, this cake)
I throw all this money but it never fade away (fade away)
Uh, hoop dreams

What the f*ck I look like going baseline with this forty on my waistline?
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
What the f*ck I look like going baseline with this forty on my waistline?
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
Shorty hit my phone all the time, tryna f*ck me, that's a waste of time
(Yeah, hoop dreams)
Shorty hit my phone all the time, tryna f*ck me, that's a waste of time
(Yeah, hoop dreams)

Dominic Wynn Woods

The duration of Hoop Dreams is 2:58 minutes and seconds.