Balmain Boy Lyrics

She fell in love with a Balmain Boy

She fell in love

She fell in love with a Balmain Boy

She fell in love

She fell in love with a Balmain Boy

She fell in love

She fell in love with a Balmain Boy

She fell in love

Yeah look

She fell in love with a Balmain boy

Treating my girls as if they toys

Don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck

So get on your knees when I get annoyed

Live by the rules, I made my choice

Open my eyes, I just see joy

Family and friends and music and money and hoes and clothes, it brings rejoice

Too dripped out to attend my class

Too dripped out to learn about math

All one brand, we don't do mix match

Oh no no, we don't do mix match

She fell in love with a Balmain boy

She wanna fuck with a Balmain boy

She wanna hang with a Balmain boy

She wanna play with a Balmain boy

Girl #1 or girl #2?

Ima pick both, I don't wanna choose

Don't step up when I hop in the queue

Eyes on the prize, my eyes on the loot

Back then I had the corniest shirts

Had no style, was a massacre

Look at me now, the tables have turned

2022, we broke the curse

Ric Flair (Huh?)

Drip (Woo)

Belt on my waist, a championship

King of kings

Wings on the jacket, off-white cream

(Aye)

We don't follow trends, we're above sensational

(That's facts)

You cannot relate, this shits untranslatable

(Yeah)

It's that time of the year, go get your money up, it's drip season

Making my ex spill tears, now you wishing that you kept your feelings

(Bitch)

Loyalty in my genes, no snake shit, we don't do no treason

How could I stress bout a bitch? Flexing on

Her for the better reason

She fell in love with a Balmain boy

Treating my girls as if they toys

Don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck

So get on your knees when I get annoyed

Live by the rules, I made my choice

Open my eyes, I just see joy

Family and friends and music and money and hoes and clothes, it brings rejoice

Too dripped out to attend my class

Too dripped out to learn about math

All one brand, we don't do mix match

Oh no no, we don't do mix match

She fell in love with a Balmain boy

She wanna fuck with a Balmain boy

She wanna hang with a Balmain boy

She wanna play with a Balmain boy

Fitness, bench-press (Look)

I'm pushing P with the empress (Brrr)

Wardrobe, endless

(Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot)

Dripping, puddles,

Matching the rings like couples

Diamonds, huddle (Bling)

(Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot)

5 pound chains, they building muscle

5 pound chains, they building muscle

5 pound chains, they building muscle

5 pound chains, they building muscle

You popping perc's, while I pop tags

Lines intercepting, no hashtag

Taking a bath that's full of cash

Leveling up, increase my stats

I would never spend my money on a hoe

So undeserved like an offsides goal

Balmain on top and the rest below

They stay below

Fendi and Prada overrated

Louis Vuitton just got too famous

Don't even get me started with Gucci

Cause that shits the most basic

She fell in love with a Balmain boy

Treating my girls as if they toys

Don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck

So get on your knees when I get annoyed

Live by the rules, I made my choice

Open my eyes, I just see joy

Family and friends and music and money and hoes and clothes, it brings rejoice

Too dripped out to attend my class

Too dripped out to learn about math

All one brand, we don't do mix match

Oh no no, we don't do mix match

She fell in love with a Balmain boy

She wanna fuck with a Balmain boy

She wanna hang with a Balmain boy

She wanna play with a Balmain boy