Confession lyrics

[Intro: Payroll Giovanni]
Yeah
B Mills, what up, though?
BYLUG
4-1

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Started out dime stashin', now I'm into high fashion (Yup)
Ridin' past in S-Classes, when I walk, my neck clashin' (Yeah)
Chains hittin' other chains, every day, I'm duckin' lames
Braggin' 'bout that petty sh*t, boy, I'm in another lane (Come on)
Crib with electric gates, coupes with the paper plates
Scrapin' shake on plates helped a n*gga get his paper straight (Yop)
Pocket-watchers tryna calculate what I make a day (What are you doin'?)
'Cause I been wearin' rose gold since Miskeen and Bathing Ape ('04)
Pointers in the cross when I'm sayin' grace, amen
Outfit almost eight bands, your b*tch told me to make plans (b*tch)
Told me meet her at the black party, b*tch, I'm way in France
Sippin' on tea with Louis gloves warmin' up my hands (Yup)
Obviously, I ain't your man
He a pill-poppin', nappy-head, tacky motherf*cker, I'm a smooth hustler (Hah)
I drink Dom P and wear snug tees that smell like Creed
And flood neighborhoods anytime I'm sellin' weed

[Chorus: HBK]
My confession is I'm ballin' on 'em like it's my possession
Never restin', only time I sit, I'm countin' at the Westin
They can't f*ck with me, my competition is my reflection
My confession is I got a bad Louis Vuitton obsession
My confession, I can't help but to buy some sh*t that I like
Go to sleep, dream about diamonds, wake up and buy some ice
My confession, I had your b*tch suckin' me all night
Went to sleep in D&G and then woke up in Off-White
My confession
[Verse 2: Lil Blade]
Detroit n*gga blowin' California Cookie (Blowin')
I been doin' this, I ain't no motherf*ckin' rookie (Ain't no rookie, n*gga)
Had to grind for this sh*t, n*ggas think I just got lucky (Uh-huh)
Last time you had a run, the Pistons had Rodney Stuckey (Broke-ass n*gga)
Everybody swear they up, everybody swear they ball
But pullin' out the GPS when it's time to hit the mall (Huh?)
Your b*tch blowin' up my phone, but she still won't get a call (Hell nah)
When I leave out Somerset, they give me round of applause, n*gga (Yup)
Pick my sister up from school with 'bout twenty of 'em (Twenty)
They like, "What your brother do?" She told 'em listen to my songs (Haha)
Young, skinny n*gga, but I still got them big bucks (I do)
I been chillin' lately, but you still can get your b*tch f*cked (Uh-huh)
All a n*gga talk is money, b*tch, I got the hiccups (Hiccups)
One-on-one with your b*tch like we playin' pick-up (Come on)
I'm the young OG, you know I gotta remind (Gotta remind)
Could've bought a whip, instead, I went to Louis Vuitton, n*gga

[Chorus: HBK]
My confession is I'm ballin' on 'em like it's my possession
Never restin', only time I sit, I'm countin' at the Westin
They can't f*ck with me, my competition is my reflection
My confession is I got a bad Louis Vuitton obsession
My confession, I can't help but to buy some sh*t that I like
Go to sleep, dream about diamonds, wake up and buy some ice
My confession, I had your b*tch suckin' me all night
Went to sleep in D&G and then woke up in Off-White
My confession
[Verse 3: Cashout Calhoun]
Everything I'm talkin', I done it, I ain't seen it (Nope)
And everything that come out my mouth, I really mean it (Yup)
And everything that come out your mouth, we can't believe it (Boy)
It's some real n*ggas in hoods that know I'm genius (Swear to God)
I ain't hatin', this sh*t all facts, y'all n*ggas all ball cap (Yup)
If fakin' 'til you make it was a sport, y'all'd be all champs (Yup)
Got sidetracked, took a year off just to stack it up
And I know how to play these n*ggas soon as I'm back up
All that lil' pus*y sh*t, "They onto me," whack as f*ck (f*ck)
I just put thirty of them things in back of a truck (Yup)
sh*t be amazin' to y'all, don't sh*t surprise me (Nope)
You ain't pulled up to Church's to serve a five-piece
I was dinin' after 9, they was on a crime spree
With a toothpick in my mouth, smokin' over the receipt (Yup)
You can ask anybody, really did it in these streets
Callin' shotgun in that Lam' like it got assigned seats, n*gga

[Chorus: HBK]
My confession is I'm ballin' on 'em like it's my possession
Never restin', only time I sit, I'm countin' at the Westin
They can't f*ck with me, my competition is my reflection
My confession is I got a bad Louis Vuitton obsession
My confession, I can't help but to buy some sh*t that I like
Go to sleep, dream about diamonds, wake up and buy some ice
My confession, I had your b*tch suckin' me all night
Went to sleep in D&G and then woke up in Off-White
My confession
[Outro: HBK]
BYLUG, n*gga
Cashout Calhoun
Payroll Giovanni
Lil Blade, what up, though?
G's and ballers, n*gga
You know who this is, HB