Project Youngin, Lil Baby - Balmains lyrics

It's the Youngin ho
This Project Youngin man
Can't tell me nothin' man
Ain't no more Levis man, ain't no more Trues
Ayy

Ain't seen my face in a
While so now they callin'
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it
I'm like aw man
These ain't skinny jeans bitch
You know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen
Hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I'm splashin'
I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I'm all in with this music
No more jokin' now
A couple thousand in my pockets
Know it's poking out, ayy

I stacked it up
I went designer for a year straight
I told that bitch we fuckin' right now
Ain't lunch date i got 'em all on my drip
They like my feng shui you try to take it
We gon' shoot it out in broad day
FN five-seven in my Balmains
I fucked around gave her the number
She keep callin' i parked the Fin and came
Back cruisin' in that Mulsanne
Pillow talking to a bitch, my nigga you lame
Walk around with all this money
You would think I hit the lotto
Pourin' Act out a bottle
4 Pockets Full the motto silverado Forgiato
Get a hundred dollar lineup
Got a bad redbone
Save her number under model

Ain't seen my face in a
While so now they callin'
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it
I'm like aw man
These ain't skinny jeans bitch
You know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen
Hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I'm splashin'
I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I'm all in with this music
No more jokin' now
A couple thousand in my pockets
Know it's poking out, ayy

Walk in the mall, me and my dogs
We got a bag, ain't checking tags
We buy it all i am my brother's keeper
Pick him up if he fall
We ain't dressin' no broads
Don't love these hoes at all
Know I'm mackin', come through, I be swaggin'
They pay a G three hunded a P
I ain't braggin' i keep these bands on me
You know I'm stackin'
Don't think about robbin' 'cause I'm poppin'
Ain't no lackin'
I done designered my clothes
Fuck with foreigner hoes
I done foreigned the whips
In traffic I do the most
I'ma shit on all these niggas
That was sleepin' on me
I done Gucci'ed the tees
Double G's on my feet

Ain't seen my face in a
While so now they callin'
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it
I'm like aw man
These ain't skinny jeans bitch
You know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen
Hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I'm splashin'
I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I'm all in with this music
No more jokin' now
A couple thousand in my pockets
Know it's poking out