​balenciaga lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
B-B-Balenciaga, mix that sh*t with Prada
f*ck-n*gga, you don't want no smoke
You don't really want no problem
But this ain't no f*ckin' math class
I don't really think you will solve this
Look at my b*tch, yeah, she bad, bad
Laugh to the bank, yeah, I'm countin' cash, cash
I'm gon' pop that boy, we gon' pop that boy (Pop)
I'm rockin' designer, my swag, yeah
I got the mo'f*ckin' hunnids on me
They stuffin' my pants, I'm startin' to sag

[Verse]
I hop out, lil' n*gga, got nothin' on me
The f*ck-n*gga, think that he got a bag
Lil' boy, stop, stop all that sh*t, yeah
[?] pot, you goin' out sad
We in the club, turnin' up sh*t
Pull up like Jason, put on a mask
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pull in the whip, I'm pushin' it fast, yeah, yeah
Bottega Venetta on me, b*tch, I mix some Balenci' (Balenci', yeah)
S-she tryna see, I pop pills and take off some Henny
I-I-I got the feelin' you not 'bout sh*t
We in the club, poppin' that sh*t, poppin' 'em tags
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Patek on my wrist
Yeah, yeah, Patek on my wrist
Yeah, yeah, Patek on my wrist, yeah
Yeah, [?], I'm an addict for that sh*t
Yeah, it's [?] not passin' that sh*t
Put this on my aunt, lil' b*tch, yeah, yeah, I ain't ask for this sh*t
Yeah, m-m-money on my mind (On my mind)
Go-gotta get to the guap, ain't no time, uh, yeah
b*tch, it's not fair, not fair, get in line (Get in line)
You can keep me in the sheet, but you'll see with yo' eyes
Yeah, and we hittin' up Pedro, (O), for them XO's (X)
On the Molly, with the lil' ho, we vibin'
In silence, we movin' in silence, yeah
Look at my fit, yeah, yeah, b*tch, I'm the flyest
[Chorus]
B-B-Balenciaga, mix that sh*t with Prada
f*ck-n*gga, you don't want no smoke
You don't really want no problem
But this ain't no f*ckin' math class
I don't really think you will solve this
Look at my b*tch, yeah, she bad, bad
Laugh to the bank, yeah, I'm countin' cash, cash
I'm gon' pop that boy, we gon' pop that boy (Pop)
I'm rockin' designer, my swag, yeah
I got the mo'f*ckin' hunnids on me
They stuffin' my pants, I'm startin' to sag