Ballers

I don't need a Lamborghini or a Benz

I see you turnin up with all your little friends

I see you looking over in your bottle show

Checking if I'm looking cause you gotta know

I don't need your credit card or money bae

I be rolling in my Prada and my Givenchy

I be making money cause it is a part of me

Everybody wants to see a little part of me

We're coming out, for the night

But not with you

And I know your gonna cry about it

We're turning up, getting IT ON

But not for you

I don't even gotta lie about it

I turn up to the club you know we roll in 10s

My girls an Insta baddie and she brought her friends

Little mini skirt with the Chanelly bag

You know that you can't touch it

You gon make her mad

Look a little closer you can up the lights

Take a pic n post it, NDA insight

Type of girls to leave u make u cry all night

She don't go back to the Rosewood she gon' miss her flight

We're coming out, for the night

But not with you

And I know your gonna cry about it

We're turning up, getting IT ON

But not for you

I don't even gotta lie about it

These ballers are so basic with their Goyard bags

Their lolly pop and tattoos they all matching, sad

They think that they are SOMETHING now they're off the bench

They should focus on the job instead of play pretend

We're coming out, for the night

But not with you

And I know your gonna cry about it

We're turning up, getting IT ON

But not for you

I don't even gotta lie about it

We're out for the night

And we don't wanna know your name

We're out for the night

And we don't wanna know your name

We're coming out, for the night

But not with you

And I know your gonna cry about it

We're turning up, getting IT ON

But not for you

I don't even gotta lie about it

We're coming out, for the night

But not with you

And I know your gonna cry about it

We're turning up, getting IT ON

But not for you

I don't even gotta lie about it