Balmains (feat. Lil Baby)

It's the Youngin ho

This Project Youngin man, can't tell me nothin' man

Ain't no more Levis man, ain't no more Trues, ayy

Ain't seen my face in a while so now they callin'

She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I'm like aw man

These ain't skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains

I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains

She say she love the way I'm splashin', I be fresh to death

I done designered everything and I Gucci step

I'm all in with this music, no more jokin' now

A couple thousand in my pockets, know it's poking out, ayy

I stacked it up, I went designer for a year straight

I told that bitch we fuckin' right now, ain't lunch date

I got 'em all on my drip, they like my feng shui

You try to take it, we gon' shoot it out in broad day

FN five-seven in my Balmains

I fucked around gave her the number, she keep callin'

I parked the Fin and came back cruisin' in that Mulsanne

Pillow talking to a bitch, my **** you lame

Walk around with all this money, you would think I hit the lotto

Pourin' Act out a bottle, 4 Pockets Full the motto

Silverado Forgiato, get a hundred dollar lineup

Got a bad redbone, save her number under model

Ain't seen my face in a while so now they callin'

She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I'm like aw man

These ain't skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains

I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains

She say she love the way I'm splashin', I be fresh to death

I done designered everything and I Gucci step

I'm all in with this music, no more jokin' now

A couple thousand in my pockets, know it's poking out, ayy

Walk in the mall, me and my dogs

We got a bag, ain't checking tags, we buy it all

I am my brother's keeper, pick him up if he fall

We ain't dressin' no broads, don't love these hoes at all

Know I'm mackin', come through, I be swaggin'

They pay a G three hunded a P, I ain't braggin'

I keep these bands on me, you know I'm stackin'

Don't think about robbin' 'cause I'm poppin', ain't no lackin'

I done designered my clothes, fuck with foreigner hoes

I done foreigned the whips, in traffic I do the most

I'ma shit on all these **** that was sleepin' on me

I done Gucci'ed the tees, double G's on my feet

Ain't seen my face in a while so now they callin'

She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I'm like aw man

These ain't skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains

I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains

She say she love the way I'm splashin', I be fresh to death

I done designered everything and I Gucci step

I'm all in with this music, no more jokin' now

A couple thousand in my pockets, know it's poking out