Balmains

[Intro: Project Youngin]

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

[Chorus: Project Youngin]

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

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]

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

[Chorus: Project Youngin]

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

[Verse 2: Project Youngin]

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

[Chorus: Project Youngin]

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