BabyBalmainn - Everything 100 lyrics
[BabyBalmainn - Everything 100 lyrics]
What balmainn on em
Bitch I'm ballin' on em
Run you a check up
Bags to my neck, got my cash can't act up
Yes I be strapped up
That bitch wanna fuck and you
Know I stay wrapped up bitch I'm a rapper
Got my brothers with me so you
Know I keep my back up
They gone shoot like they Kanter
Heard you ducking that smoke
Nigga you don't want pressure
Bitch you get smoked, blunt yeah I toke
Hundreds and more, K it gone roar
Exotic my dope, I need me that dough
I'm born double 4, was born on the coast
I pray I won't fold, I'm keeping my soul
The kid on the road, my heart yeah it cold
Made bags on the road, you want it, it's sold
I creep in a ghost, it's time for a toast
(yeah) Fanta my juice don't
Spill when I'm leaning
Pockets they screaming
Money what I be feigning fake I'm peeping
Only round when I'm cheesing
Life ain't easy
But one hundred is how you keep it
Take out a bag when I land
Cause we moving outta state
Don't understand why they mad
I put food up on they plate
Apply that pressure on they neck
Yeah I had to raise the stakes
You need to go run you a
Band your pockets lookin' outta shape
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
Bitch I'm ballin' on em
Run you a check up
Bags to my neck, got my cash can't act up
Yes I be strapped up
That bitch wanna fuck and you
Know I stay wrapped up bitch I'm a rapper
Got my brothers with me so you
Know I keep my back up
They gone shoot like they Kanter
Heard you ducking that smoke
Nigga you don't want pressure
Bitch you get smoked, blunt yeah I toke
Hundreds and more, K it gone roar
Exotic my dope, I need me that dough
I'm born double 4, was born on the coast
I pray I won't fold, I'm keeping my soul
The kid on the road, my heart yeah it cold
Made bags on the road, you want it, it's sold
I creep in a ghost, it's time for a toast
(yeah) Fanta my juice don't
Spill when I'm leaning
Pockets they screaming
Money what I be feigning fake I'm peeping
Only round when I'm cheesing
Life ain't easy
But one hundred is how you keep it
Take out a bag when I land
Cause we moving outta state
Don't understand why they mad
I put food up on they plate
Apply that pressure on they neck
Yeah I had to raise the stakes
You need to go run you a
Band your pockets lookin' outta shape
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz