Ballin'

Drop the top off the muhfuckin' coupe
You ain't nevseen me in the room

First off, drop the top off the muhfuckin' coupe
Second, bitch you ain't never seen me in the room
Look up, you see stars on the roof
I been balling ever since I was a youth
I been balling I don't even fucking hoop
Hermès link, tick tock, go boom
Helmet lang bitch, I been shining up the room
Hopping out the truck with a bad bitch
YSL purse, shawty cold like a flu
Long P coat, high knees with the boots
Chanel coco, mademoiselle perfume
Had your mans hating on me, like, who the fuck is you?

With the mob I might pull up in suit
Big long doors when I walk in marble room
Open wide doors when I walk in with the crew
Vallet waiting, v12 go vroom
Walked in with a hunnid on the neck
2 rings on, VVS, so show respect
Never had a job, I ain't never cash a check
2 tone on the wrist, Presidential Rolex
Came a long way from 54th block
Project hall ways, waist got the Glock
Sip codeine, selling crack out the sock
See me at the Telly, I been weighing up the rock
Let a nigga try me, we gon' knock him out his shoes
Super Saiyan'd up, call me Harlem Goku
SI diamonds on his neck, I ain't a fool
Could've put a price on his head but he a pooche

Cherry roof top
Black ice for the fumes
Peanut butter insides
Forgiatos on the coupe
Maison Margiela wrapped around my fuckin' shoes
I'm boss, hold a toast, I ain't never hit sup
And she don't wanna serve us cause she see a black crew
Tip a hunnid dollars every time I order food
Got it out the mud, had to flex a lil loot
(got-got it out the mud, had to flex a lil loot)



Credits
Writer(s): Williams, Alston, Burpee
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