Balloon lyrics

[Intro: Luke & Rob Base]
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(I wanna rock— I wanna rock— I wanna rock— I wanna rock— I wanna rock—)
(Don't stop—)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & Luke]
Yeah, we ain't talkin' to your dumb ass
You could be a millionaire and still be a bum ass
Boy, I been in a dream, I been on the—
(Don't stop, do-don't stop—)
(Okay, look) Why I work so hard? My soul profit
Why I can't settle down? I like options
Why I hate small talk? I like topics
House shoppin', I'm a pig, I love coppin', ugh
No BBLs, I like A-cups, ugh
Long legs, pretty when they wake up, ugh
n*ggas run they mouth, bro, the race up
Everything real here, no lace front, okay
Like bells during December, I sleigh
I don't even like girls, b*tch, I'm way up, too hot
b*tch, I'm on my own di*k, I don't need your box, ugh
f*ck them regrets (Ugh), call them and get all that weight off your chest (Uh)
Got my brothers here, we the Wayans
Not my only girl, but you my favorite
I've been flyin' high, where's the pavement?
Pray for me, can I get an amen?
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator & Luke]
Ooh (Don't stop—)
(Don't stop—)
Can I get a amen? (Don't stop—)
(Don't stop—)
(Don't stop—)
I'll air this b*tch out like balloon (Don't stop—)
I'll send his b*tch ass to the moon
I'm at the top, ain't no room (Don't stop—)

[Verse 2: Doechii & Luke]
Aight, where the swamp is?
Flyest b*tch up in the room, I need a c*ckpit (Need a c*ckpit)
I need some PETA for this pus*y, they want the croc' print
I'm finna air these DL n*ggas out the closet
I let it in (Let it in), I let it out (Let it out)
I'm a bi b*tch, but I need that pus*y now
If he is gay, then I am gay, and we are nouns (We are nouns)
Me and Tyler finna take your b*tch down
Oui oui, merci
Keep it cute when you're in my city
I'm 5'2", A-cup titties
I don't need you 'cause I already f*ck me
I don't need a Range when I got an airboat
I don't need a plane, 'cause their airboat float (Don't stop—)
Out in New York, walk around bare-toed
I don't need a passport, I'm a swamp b*tch, oh-oh
[Bridge: Daniel Caesar, Luke & Doechii]
(Don't stop—) Don't stop
(Don't stop—) Don't stop
(Don't stop—) Don't stop
(Don't stop—)
I'll air this b*tch out like a queef
I'll send your ass back to the streets
I'll spray your whole block with le FLEUR*
He gon' eat this pus*y up 'cause it's sweet

[Outro: Daniel Caesar & Bonita Smith]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop
Don't stop