BabyBalmainn - Counterfeit lyrics

Woah yeah
Balmainn on em bitch I'm ballin' on em
Cook it

You niggas counterfeit
Count up the cash and switch
Did it all for a bag that's it
Check the price on the tag this it
You can't hang with the gang we lit
Raise the price on the bag it's flipped
Momma told me don't trap out the crib
Hit the booth and just watch how they trip
Just watch how they trip
They fancy a nigga who drip
I'm cold as a brick
And as for my niggas who drill
Keep talking your shit
These bitches they stay on my tip
Your pockets on lint
These niggas they want to get close to me
Letting it off I ain't running a sprint

That life really changed me
Bitch drive me crazy heat ain't on safety
I am not playing why is you faking
Keep me a Wesson teach you a lesson
No time for friendship diamonds they dancing
I'm like a bandit pressure I hand them
Fuck all these randoms i am the wrong one
You cannot handle i might just blam em
Ghost Danny Phantom spark up a candle
Shawties I had em baddies I bagged em
Riches I snag em
Popping a perc and I feel like a addict
I can't slow down cause this fast automatic
Say he want beef but he don't want no static
Swerving this jeep off this Act
I might crash it
Putting in work so my niggas live lavish
Born on my own so you won't understand it
In the booth put a perc in my faygo
I'm a beast can't be tamed no Diego
On the mic in the booth what I'm made for
I got ties with my squad like it's Halo

You niggas counterfeit
Count up the cash and switch
Did it all for a bag that's it
Check the price on the tag this it
You can't hang with the gang we lit
Raise the price on the bag it's flipped
Momma told me don't trap out the crib
Hit the booth and just watch how they trip
Just watch how they trip
They fancy a nigga who drip
I'm cold as a brick
And as for my niggas who drill
Keep talking your shit
These bitches they stay on my tip
Your pockets on lint
These niggas they want to get close to me
Letting it off I ain't running a sprint