Ballin Lyrics

Uh, yuh

Guap up, just wanna top us

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh

Count my guap up, she wanna top us

The bank calling

I'm too busy counting checks up

Yeah I'm balling

I just hit my bro like what's up?

Smoke I'm coughing

Real tweak fiend, yeah you know I pop molly

Real big bands, yeah I buy your bitch I'm sorry

I just hit a lick, and I took all his belongings

Thousand dollar fit, yeah they liking what I'm rocking

I need thousand dollars just for the pants, cop Balmain

Yuh

I just walked in Off White and I bought it, uh

I just walked in Louis Vuitton and I copped it, uh

Rock gelato watch, yeah I'm flawless, huh

Been popping, yeah

Why you stalking?

Yeah I walk into the club I got some options

Yeah I'm smoking too much gas I got these toxins

Yeah I bought too many clothes, I'm in an auction

Yeah I got too many hoes like where your man's at?

Yeah I bagged this one lil bitch she asked for my Snapchat

I just hit the bitch like one time won't get a text back

And I'm making so much guap I got these blue racks

I'm already done with her, can have your boo back

Said I like her dimples, she love my instrumentals

Never crying over a bitch don't get sentimental

When it come to getting racks, yeah it's really simple

I won't take that bitch all back, yeah I leave her, simple

Count my guap up, she wanna, yuh

Wait, yeah

Count my guap up, she wanna top us

The bank calling

I'm too busy counting checks up

Yeah I'm balling

I just hit my bro like what's up?

Smoke I'm coughing

Real tweak fiend, yeah you know I pop molly

Real big bands, yeah I buy your bitch I'm sorry

I just hit a lick, and I took all his belongings

Thousand dollar fit, yeah they liking what I'm rocking

I need thousand dollars just for the pants, cop Balmain