Balling ft. SOG Blanco Lyrics

Hop in the Bentley if you wanna

Keep it tuck when you riding with your homies

The Forgi's wheels bending the corner

Amiri jean stuffed with about 40

I run up all on my lonely

Balenci slippers on Rodeo, I'm ballin

She give me that pussy, no stallin

Hop on the jet and get gone till tomorrow

Chasing the money, get straight to the loot

Pull up in the Maybach truck, bitch bounce to the moon

Gotta catch a fight, I'm chasing the blues

Hundred bad bitches up in the room

Gotta step right, can't make the wrong move

My diamonds so bright, the bitches gone choose

Stay on game, bitch, you know we don't lose

Hop on the jet, we smokin' on fuels

Psh, we ballin

Hop on the jet, no stallin

I take her, I dip her in diamonds

Keep quiet, play back and rewind it

She a monster when I get inside it

She a bad little bitch, she exotic

Pop it up, go in Kawasaki

Skirt off, we ain't tellin' nobody

Hop in the Bentley if you wanna

Keep it tuck when you riding with your homies

The Forgi's wheels bending the corner

Amiri jean stuffed with about 40

I run up all on my lonely

Balenci slippers on Rodeo, I'm ballin

She give me that pussy, no stallin

Hop on the jet and get gone til tomorrow

I take a hood bitch to Fashion Week

Then I'm turnin' her into a fashion freak

Slide to the Beverly Center for Balenciaga

They costin' me five a piece

This Glock in my Goyard this bag ain't cheap

For all you fuck niggas mad at me

These Louis shades, dark shit, I barely can see

We ain't in the new war, we dividin' the beef

What's the stylus

I'm from the block, from the alley

All of my origins come from the rack

But I'm rolling za, outta Cali

We done got so acquainted with Dior

Shit, we the reason they keepin' the tally

We ain't never been gone from, but we pullin' up to the club

In back-to-back caddies, I promise this P shit habit

Hop in the Bentley if you wanna

Keep it tuck when you riding with your homies

The Forgi's wheels bending the corner

Amiri jean stuffed with about 40

I run up all on my lonely

Balenci slippers on Rodeo, I'm ballin

She give me that pussy, no stallin

Hop on the jet and get gone till tomorrow