Balenciaga Music
You got everything that I need
Rollin' rollin' rollin' like ecstasy yeah
I got everything that you need
Ima make sure that get your Balenci
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh aye
Once my money gets higher
Ima make sure that you pull up in designer
Gucci Louis Prada right beside ya
Instagram posts I ain't tryna hide ya
I call her Winona she my Ryder
Bitch I been the man I ain't need no spider
No strings ever so I'm never tied up
Always smoking woods you can call me tiger
With them Kylie Jenner lips suck me like I'm Tyga
Ballin' so fucking hard that I feel like Michael
Stacking money to the ceiling you should thank me
Shoutout to my nephew Frankie
In the backseat
He be ballin' like a yankee if you ask me
Tryna get all of this money just to feed my family
Fuck a food stamps I'll fill up the pantry
Drop top Benny we don't the Camrys
Ima go from smoking grams to getting a Grammy
Ima do it for my mom rip to daddy
Rip to grandpa only got my granny
Smoking granddaddy purp just to hit the damn sheets
I been up fighting my demons I ain't get no damn sleep
Took a nap the other day haven't slept since last week
And I be stuck in my ways
It's not a phase
I been goin hard like every fucking day and that's why I gotta say
You got everything that I need
Rollin' rollin' rollin' like ecstasy yeah
I got everything that you need
Ima make sure that get your Balenci
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh aye
Rollin' rollin' rollin' like ecstasy yeah
I got everything that you need
Ima make sure that get your Balenci
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh aye
Once my money gets higher
Ima make sure that you pull up in designer
Gucci Louis Prada right beside ya
Instagram posts I ain't tryna hide ya
I call her Winona she my Ryder
Bitch I been the man I ain't need no spider
No strings ever so I'm never tied up
Always smoking woods you can call me tiger
With them Kylie Jenner lips suck me like I'm Tyga
Ballin' so fucking hard that I feel like Michael
Stacking money to the ceiling you should thank me
Shoutout to my nephew Frankie
In the backseat
He be ballin' like a yankee if you ask me
Tryna get all of this money just to feed my family
Fuck a food stamps I'll fill up the pantry
Drop top Benny we don't the Camrys
Ima go from smoking grams to getting a Grammy
Ima do it for my mom rip to daddy
Rip to grandpa only got my granny
Smoking granddaddy purp just to hit the damn sheets
I been up fighting my demons I ain't get no damn sleep
Took a nap the other day haven't slept since last week
And I be stuck in my ways
It's not a phase
I been goin hard like every fucking day and that's why I gotta say
You got everything that I need
Rollin' rollin' rollin' like ecstasy yeah
I got everything that you need
Ima make sure that get your Balenci
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh
Balenci-a-ga yuh aye
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Writer(s): A. Vasquez
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