fuckklife4death - Balmain Lyrics

Don't give a f*ck when these f*ck niggas drop
Made half a million one muf*ckin' drop
Yung money still make you more than a cop
Yung money still cookin' up at the top
Bitch, I stay hoopin' till the last quarter
Ain't at the line, bitch, we went cross the border
This bitch a hoe, swear she got a disorder
Got hella racks, I could cheat on my bitch
Money could take your dawg and turn him into a bitch
Money could take your partner, turn him into a snitch
Bitch it's 2900 mil in real estate
These f*ck niggas don't know the 7.62 bi
But it's still shooting straight
He commanding the town, I'm sheriff of the state
Man I'm not a brokie feelin' like Andrew Tate
Lost a mil on eBay & I'm still doin' great
Got six million in the duffel bag, and it's Goyard
Had to see my bro leave, he was still goin' hard
(N)umber (N)ine on my back at the function
Told your bitch give me brain, now she start to malfunction
Niggas hatin' on me cause I'm different
I be savin' my money in dividends
Went Goyard on the muf*ckin' coat
The Moncler coat for your bitch when she cold
Man, I done went and bought Balmain for fun
In the city, keep me a stick, ride with a gun
In the city, keep me a gun, ride with a tec'
In the city, keep me a tec', slide on your neck
Model bitch gave the whole gang neck
Ebony bitch with Don Julio on deck
The racks heavyweight gotta pay with a check
He move like a snake, kick him out of my sec'