[Intro]
Yeah, I rock the Balmain jean
I rock the Balmain jean
I rock the Balmain jeans
I rock the best at the very least
Y'all rock the worst of the very best
I put the XO on my chest and I put the aim on they head (yoshemarz, nigga)
I could just tell them now, that 2021 the year, all my twizzies gettin' rich, yeah
Feel so damn extravagant
All this bread, I keep on stackin' it
And I can't stop and I won't stop
[Chorus]
Yeah, I rock the Balmain jeans
Bitch, it's as simple as B (B), it ain't no simplin' me (Yeah, hah, hah)
Yeah, I don't have sympathy for broke boys and broke bitches (Brokе, yeah)
We all had the samе shot, took all twenty, it was no misses
Can't you just hear what I said for a second?
Yeah, they pissed in my pot (My pot)
They look back on me dead on the floor and they hope I would rot (Ack)
They looked me dead in my eyes, and told me I didn't have a shot (What?)
Yeah, when they gave me the chance to turn up, I broke the whole notch (Turn it up)
[Verse]
I went and got off my ass, got a bag while I ran it up, ah-aah (Hrr, hrr) (Ooh-ooh)
And I'm tellin' ya' exactly how the hell I been livin' my life (Yeah-yeah)
Even when I rock Palm Angels, still talk to my demons (Grr-grr)
Cartier both of my eyes, you can't tell if I'm high or not (Yeah, hell nah)
When I wake up, I boot up, I geek up (Ecstasy)
Go in the stu' when I tweak (Yeah)
I fuck her when she know how to work them sheets (Woo-woo)
I turn that bitch to a freak, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah, y'all pay for pussy, I get it free (Free)
Super Soaker pussy, I'm in the deep end (Yeah-yeah)
She ask me if I'll buy her a ring, I told her it depend, I pretend (Phew-phew) (Pfft)
Yeah, this Rollie, the three baguettes on me (Yeah-yeah)
My diamond with rose gold match on me (Oh-oh)
I done went and bought the new Trackhawk, one for the sliding, one for the riding, yeah (Ooh-ah)
Up in the sky, I been high with the Gods, with the birds, I been gliding, flying, yeah (Phew-phew)
Can't take a break off this shit
C-can't take a break off this shit I been too up (Too up, I'm too up, too up)
Bitch wanna go hit the pack, let's go (Let's go)
Bitch wanna go hit Chanel, let's go (Let's go)
But she rock the fake double G like a whore (Like a whore)
If you kick it with me we ain't rockin' no Karo (No)
Oh, I sold a pint to this rapper, twenty-three hunnid, it was stretched
Half of y'all, most of y'all live like full-time cap, who the hell is you tryna impress? Yeah (Tryna impress, what?)
Yeah, my twizzy, we rich but we stacked up (Yeah)
I done got up my bag, got my racks up
I didn't even past, I'm runnin' our laps up (Ooh-ooh)
Always be first, I can't ever be last, uh (Yeah)
Finna go take me to spaceships and blast off (No)
When I die just be thinkin' 'bout good thoughts (R.I.P.)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I rock the Balmain jeans
Bitch, it's as simple as B (B), it ain't no simplin' me (Yeah, hah, hah)
Yeah, I don't have sympathy for broke boys and broke bitches (Broke, yeah)
We all had the same shot, took all twenty, it was no misses
Can't you just hear what I said for a second?
Yeah, they pissed in my pot (My pot)
They look back on me dead on the floor and they hope I would rot (Ack)
They looked me dead in my eyes, and told me I didn't have a shot (What?)
Yeah, when they gave me the chance to turn up I broke the whole notch
