Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drako
Performer
Lil Baby
Performer
Calvin Dasher
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Dasher
Songwriter
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
Dvorious Bozeman
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was so far on the bottom
**** couldn't even see the top
Now I'm so motherfuckin' up
I'm afraid to fuckin' drop
I'm afraid to fuckin' stop
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Money in all these Balmains
I got all of these racks on me
I can afford to blow a bag
I got all of these racks on me
I can run it up and fuck it up
I got all of these racks on me
I just cheated on my main bitch
But my side comin' back to me
[Verse 3]
I'm ballin' on these broke ****
Check the highlights on SportsCenter
I'm Michael Jordan on the court, ****
Scottie Pippen, that's my lil ****
Shoot the three like Reggie Miller
Sellin' cookies by the pound, ****
Smoke the gas by the ounce, ****
Roll it up and burn it down, ****
[Verse 4]
I'm gettin' head on a private flight (Suck it up)
I might just fly to Dubai tonight
I might fly to Tokyo tomorrow
Just to drift in a foreign car
I'm on them bars and I'm dozing off
I had to wake up and count it up
When the money call, pick it up
If it ain't 'bout money, bitch, I'm hangin' up
Broke **** get the dial tone
Thot hoes get wild on
Got a quarter million of jewelry on me
Lookin' like I got headlights on me
I'm in that Demon, no Hellcat
And I done made it through hell and back
Now a young **** got hella racks
And I fuck on yo bitch for the hell of it
[Verse 5]
Money in all these Balmains
I got all of these racks on me
I can afford to blow a bag
I got all of these racks on me
I can run it up and fuck it up
I got all of these racks on me
I just cheated on my main bitch
But my side comin' back to me
[Verse 6]
Givinchy, Givenchy, whatever you call it
Drip down to the sizzocks
Somebody left on the faucet
We gon' shop, we don't drip out the closet
No withdrawls, only makin' deposits
I'ma run to the money like Forrest
Hit the lot, I'ma buy me a foreign
I done got big on 'em, feelin' important
Pockets fat, like Rasputia from "Norbit"
I took flight to the top, now I'm soarin'
I might buy me a car when I'm bored
I'ma buy everything I couldn't afford
I'm ballin' on **** who keepin' the score
I don't give a damn about gettin' rewards
I'ma make sure that I put up the point
They didn't believe when I said I'm the one
Put up twenty a month for my son
Fight like a man, we gon' shoot, we don't run
I let the bros hit the road with a gun
Whole lotta racks on me
She mad 'cause she can't get a piece
All my **** wear Amiri jeans
And a **** livin' out his dreams
[Verse 7]
Money in all these Balmains
I got all of these racks on me
I can afford to blow a bag
I got all of these racks on me
I can run it up and fuck it up
I got all of these racks on me
I just cheated on my main bitch
But my side comin' back to me
[Verse 8]
I got a fetish for horses
Polos and Ferraris
And I just copped the Aston Martin
Push button, I can start it
I ain't even gotta park it
Swear I'm goin' dumb, retarded
Swear I'm goin' HAM in the trap
Serve a **** brick with the strap
Finesse his ass, no cap
Water diamonds, no tap
They know that I'm paid
They know that I'm good
They know that I'm straight
I'm cookin' an eighth
I'm boomin' a spot and I'm workin' the bass
The racks in the safe
The steak on my plate, I'm on my way
[Verse 9]
Money in all these Balmains
I got all of these racks on me
I can afford to blow a bag
I got all of these racks on me
I can run it up and fuck it up
I got all of these racks on me
I just cheated on my main bitch
But my side comin' back to me
Written by: Calvin Dasher, Dominique' Jones, Dvorious Bozeman