Certified Baller (feat. Yung Paolo)

Y'already know, bro
Yung Paolo, turn the AC on

Yo' girl in a Honda, my bitch in a Benz
Yo' bitch baby momma be fuckin' my gang
Good morning, I'm sorry, my 40 gon' bang
I'm flamin' up bodies like Marty, I'm insane
I wake up and shoot up a blunt in my face
My opps in the Ash tray, there's no trace
Them strangers is puff-puff-passed in a strain
The money on my name, whatchu niggas gon' claim?
My wrist is on water, my bitch is a model
Don't kiss me, lil bitch 'cause my teeth full of diamonds
Can't smoke inside so I pulled out a hunna' (A hunna')
Can't tell me shit, I'ma certified baller
My mission "Apollo", I need get to rockets and empty the clip
I'ma make sure it's hollow
Ain't got her designer, I just bought her a condom (Condom)
These bitches be ugly, I put a bag above her

Wo-Wok on the track, then you walk with money
Waves got brushed, boy yo' teeth ain't brushed yet
I'm in a penthouse, always upping
You in the basement, tryna get up there
Shootin' and openin' wounds like a mosh pit
Bands on a Benz in the six, ain't no frontin'
20 my wrist, but no 20 bills on me
Keep a 40 tucked in, it's a big boy on me
Everyday wake up, tryna get it cracking, tryna break out the bones out of every fuckin' track
Push on that pedal till I hit that click
I'ma shoot up my guns till I got no more clips (Prra-prra)
I can't resit, all this mother fuckin' anger in me
I don't know where it came from, but it made me sin
They ask if I can, but not how I am
Not how I feel, I still try to be the man
Ah, yeah I'm that young nigga, iced out
Worry bout yo' bitch, don't worry 'bout me now
Neck "Snowpiercer", my chain a freezer and I'm riding around with my Nina
Quit tryna be like, quit tryna be like Cezar
You can't defeat us (Nah), I'm armed to the teeth and further
Bitches don't leave us, they know where the heat at, niggas tryna be us
Bullets totin' me wherever the smoke at, we tryna be there
Quit tryna be like, quit tryna be like Cezar
You can't defeat us, I'm armed to the teeth and further

Yo' girl in a Honda, my bitch in a Benz
Yo' bitch baby momma be fuckin' my gang
Good morning, I'm sorry, my 40 gon' bang
I'm flamin' up bodies like Marty, I'm insane
I wake up and shoot up a blunt in my face
My opps in the Ash tray, there's no trace
Them strangers is puff-puff-passed in a strain
The money on my name, whatchu niggas gon' claim?
My wrist is on water, my bitch is a model
Don't kiss me, lil bitch 'cause my teeth full of diamonds
Can't smoke inside so I pulled out a hunna' (A hunna')
Can't tell me shit, I'ma certified baller
My mission "Apollo", I need get to rockets and empty the clip
I'ma make sure it's hollow
Ain't got her designer, I just bought her a condom
These bitches be ugly, I put a bag above her

Fuck around, blowin' heads off, this' no Black Ops
Louis just dropped, grabbed my card, blowin' bands off
I just fucked that bitch, there's no feelings in my inner soul
I'm just gettin' rich, no pills like Bezos
Heard that bitch cryin', I'ma turn her to a dancer (On God)
Said "I'm a Pisces", I don't fuck with no Cancer (Nah, nah)
Shorty give me head, top on, don't enhance her (Yung Paolo)
Fly her across the globe, one week she didn't answer
Dropped half a milli' on a brand new whip
(Instant), Brand new bitch, no cap
Made those back in a brand new week (What?)
She wanted a brand new wig (Aha)
Wake up in the morning, add a brand new fig' (More money, cash)
I just flipped a brick (Ching-Ching)
Fuck a thick thot, this' no TikTok bitch (What, what?)
Fuck a TikTok bitch
Tryna blow up, get my flows up
I don't give a fuck, give a fuck 'bout them feelings of a Tinder thot
He say "Thot" like "Fuck that"
I don't play with niggas chasin' bitches for a head talk (I don't fuck with that)
Flashin' my wrist, it's Cuban (Flash)
Chill your bitch, she not human (She not)
Bro stop hittin' on that thot like W Smith
You gon' get dumped, that bitch got a new man

Yo' girl in a Honda, my bitch in a Benz
Yo' bitch baby momma be fuckin' my gang
Good morning, I'm sorry, my 40 gon' bang
I'm flamin' up bodies like Marty, I'm insane
I wake up and shoot up a blunt in my face
My opps in the Ash tray, there's no trace
Them strangers is puff-puff-passed in a strain
The money on my name, whatchu niggas gon' claim?
My wrist is on water, my bitch is a model
Don't kiss me, lil bitch 'cause my teeth full of diamonds
Can't smoke inside so I pulled out a hunna' (Alright)
Can't tell me shit, I'ma certified baller
My mission "Apollo", I need get to rockets and empty the clip, I'ma make sure it's hollow
Ain't got her designer, I just bought her a condom
These bitches be ugly, I put a bag above her

Wok
Yeah, let's get it bro!



Credits
Writer(s): Cezar Poiata
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