Balmain Denim
Man I throw on these Cartier's
Yes sir
Whole lot of money
Yeah Yeah
Rings on(rings)
Shades
Theme song
I let it play
King Kong
No I don't play
Whole lot of rings on
Know I don't play
Yea yea yea
Balmain Denim
Balmain Denim
I got that stick in my denim
I got that stick in my denim
Yea
Balmain Denim
Balmain Denim
I got that stick in my denim
I got that stick in my denim
Running back run in your place
None of these niggas don't play
Ready spray down with the K
Boosie he catching this fade
I got the heat like D-Wade
We kicking shit Johnny Cage
Got a Lil' Uzi no rage
Like a bird got 'em' locked in the cage
VV's on my baby
VV's on my baby
No you can't stand close baby
Nah don't stand close baby
Stay with the money we dating
I stay on the rode like I paved it
If you owe me money just pay me
Shoot you and we kidnap your babies
Yeah
Popping at your house like a toaster
Yeah
Whole lot of bread like a loaf
Yeah
Teaching these niggas like a coach
Yeah
Birkin bag she do not want coach
Yeah she gone ride me like coach
Do the dash put the pedal on the floor
Dressed in white with the car like some coke
AC blasted might throw on the coat
Big rod gone stick in her throat
Like a hole go deep in that throat
BlueBand ain't never been a loc
But I hang with them loc's
Yea
Yeah Yeah
Yes sir
Whole lot of money
Yeah Yeah
Rings on(rings)
Shades
Theme song
I let it play
King Kong
No I don't play
Whole lot of rings on
Know I don't play
Yea yea yea
Balmain Denim
Balmain Denim
I got that stick in my denim
I got that stick in my denim
Yea
Balmain Denim
Balmain Denim
I got that stick in my denim
I got that stick in my denim
Running back run in your place
None of these niggas don't play
Ready spray down with the K
Boosie he catching this fade
I got the heat like D-Wade
We kicking shit Johnny Cage
Got a Lil' Uzi no rage
Like a bird got 'em' locked in the cage
VV's on my baby
VV's on my baby
No you can't stand close baby
Nah don't stand close baby
Stay with the money we dating
I stay on the rode like I paved it
If you owe me money just pay me
Shoot you and we kidnap your babies
Yeah
Popping at your house like a toaster
Yeah
Whole lot of bread like a loaf
Yeah
Teaching these niggas like a coach
Yeah
Birkin bag she do not want coach
Yeah she gone ride me like coach
Do the dash put the pedal on the floor
Dressed in white with the car like some coke
AC blasted might throw on the coat
Big rod gone stick in her throat
Like a hole go deep in that throat
BlueBand ain't never been a loc
But I hang with them loc's
Yea
Yeah Yeah
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