BabyBalmainn - Presidential lyrics
[BabyBalmainn - Presidential lyrics]
Huh cook up
Balmainn on em
Flyer than you huh
I bought my baby the Birkin
This Hennessey ain't working
She want to hop on the dick she bouncing
All up man them titties is perky
I got her sipping that drink
She bouncing it back lil mama is twerking
Rocking that custom I know
Member days when a nigga was poor
Now we doing much better than y'all
Get them racks stuff it under the floor
With my bros I ain't breaking the code
Young niggas switching lanes
So don't ever go against that grain
You heard bag up, spending it
Ya dig niggas snitching like they twelve
On foe yeah they pigs
All net when I shoot baby I ain't gone brick
They hate on a young nigga
Cause he got them chips
Come hang with the five fashoo
We make them bands on the road
When I activate killer mode
We might kick in your door
Like a bakery I need my dough
All my niggas they give me hope
Made a promise to never fold
Always hungry I'm never full
Sped up, cash up
Doing the dash on the free in a foreign
In the strip club and we got money pouring
23's tied on my feet like I'm Jordan
I'm fed up
I'm flexing my drip when I'm rocking designer
Some baddies stay with me they
Look like some models
Used to drink from the cup
Now we popping them bottles
What they don't know
That shawty stay working the pole
Throw a bash on a yacht in the coast
In the night we could crawl in a ghost
Exotic my dope
We pollute every time that we roll
I'm gone pour up the four
Rolling woods we want all of the smoke
Balmainn on em
Flyer than you huh
I bought my baby the Birkin
This Hennessey ain't working
She want to hop on the dick she bouncing
All up man them titties is perky
I got her sipping that drink
She bouncing it back lil mama is twerking
Rocking that custom I know
Member days when a nigga was poor
Now we doing much better than y'all
Get them racks stuff it under the floor
With my bros I ain't breaking the code
Young niggas switching lanes
So don't ever go against that grain
You heard bag up, spending it
Ya dig niggas snitching like they twelve
On foe yeah they pigs
All net when I shoot baby I ain't gone brick
They hate on a young nigga
Cause he got them chips
Come hang with the five fashoo
We make them bands on the road
When I activate killer mode
We might kick in your door
Like a bakery I need my dough
All my niggas they give me hope
Made a promise to never fold
Always hungry I'm never full
Sped up, cash up
Doing the dash on the free in a foreign
In the strip club and we got money pouring
23's tied on my feet like I'm Jordan
I'm fed up
I'm flexing my drip when I'm rocking designer
Some baddies stay with me they
Look like some models
Used to drink from the cup
Now we popping them bottles
What they don't know
That shawty stay working the pole
Throw a bash on a yacht in the coast
In the night we could crawl in a ghost
Exotic my dope
We pollute every time that we roll
I'm gone pour up the four
Rolling woods we want all of the smoke