Nu Balenci ft. Zaylevelten Lyrics

Dollar Signs

Dollar Signs

Bitch I make that all the time

Yeah I make that all the time

200 on the speedo, ain't no hats

Bitch I'm outta mind

And she ain't my b tho, can't relax

I can't make her mine

But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please

In these Beamer cup seats

$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me

I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company

Only got two friends

Benjamins and what they cop me

Think I gotta problem, triple digits on my arm

I'm blowing gas in public, give no fuck about alarms

She said she don't want no picnics

Want a flight out to Milan

This bitch think I'm a trick because she peeped my Louis Vuittons

She wrong

The way I be bombing, a nigga should call me Saddam

They seeing the way that I step,

Got niggas asking me "yo put me on"

Don't even know how I finessed this shit

This money ain't come with a charm

And this money ain't coming in calm

CRA looking like "what is he on"? (I'm gone)

Dollar Signs

Dollar Signs

Bitch I make that all the time

Yeah I make that all the time

200 on the speedo, ain't no hats

Bitch I'm outta mind

And she ain't my b tho, can't relax

I can't make her mine

But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please

In these Beamer cup seats

$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me

I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company

Only got two friends

Benjamins and what they cop me

Ugh, Benjamin Franks

I don't got friends, I just got bands

Balenci pants, Balenci boots

BB, GG, nigga I'm good (Gucci)

I throw that shit by the bush

City bitch i'ma each on her cooch

She my bitch I don't care if I lose her

They don't know I be making my moves

I got whole lotta, whole lotta juice

I got hoes in the back of the booth

In my room I don't be in no stu

FL i do not do no pro tools

I got codeine on me so i'm cool

I'm blue, I'm high

Alright

I don't even don't even try

Alright

I took out my dick and she cried

I just want the hoes and the money you focused on too many signs

Dollar Signs

Dollar Signs

Bitch I make that all the time

Yeah I make that all the time

200 on the speedo, ain't no hats

Bitch I'm outta mind

And she ain't my b tho, can't relax

I can't make her mine

But they still can't cuff me, I'm up please

In these Beamer cup seats

$1500 flat, what that new Balenci cost me

I'm taking retail therapy, gotta drown out all my company

Only got two friends

Benjamins and what they cop me