Breakfast at Balenciaga

I done turned my jordans into pradas, hoodrats into models
I had breakfast at balenciaga long way from mcdonalds
Grandma wanted her a scholar but I want a million dollars
Penthouse IG model saying, "that's too much to swallow"
Tell my baby bring a baby bottle filled with wocciana
Nati bitch eating prima vista she a prima donna
She gone move my sticc and eat the dicc my bitch might be piranha
Take a bow for this rude boy and work it like Rihanna

I been working for these commas they been working for your honor
Love & Hip Hop got a nigga living in a drama
Another trip to the BBL she found another doctor
Another trip with the CDL my bales inside the boxes
I don't know if they can see me clear its light inside my diamonds
Only need you if you bringing dollars not another problem
I got peaceful hoes with hell a goals pinging my inboxes
It be hard for me to love a bitch I'm dangerous and toxic
You just here cause I can blow up and you need a way up out it
And that's cool cause this pussy got me taking off the condom
Give me time while I'm getting paid, 100 on the speedway
Out creating choices with my voice until they feed me
These hoes a dime a dozen pretty faces got some mean ways
Nobody really love you if they did they would of seen pain
Grandma always told me before you walk out have a clean face
Cause even when its ugly gotta show em it is not a race

Show you can keep the pace, bend them until they knees break
Fucc all them saditty bitches until you get the cheesecake
Gotta be almighty like Bruce can't give em lee way
Niggas try to play with your words I guess they DJ's
Never been the type to let them do the he say she say
Only thing I know is he say then baby she spray
Rose from the dirt but when it fall they gone leave me
If you don't got that ice or that life they'll never see me

If you don't got that ice or that life they'll never see me
Nobody really love you, if they did they would of seen pain



Credits
Writer(s): Derick Mccallum
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