Balmain Boy Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
She fell in love with a Balmain Boy
She fell in love
She fell in love with a Balmain Boy
She fell in love
She fell in love with a Balmain Boy
She fell in love
She fell in love with a Balmain Boy
She fell in love
Yeah look
She fell in love with a Balmain boy
Treating my girls as if they toys
Don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
So get on your knees when I get annoyed
Live by the rules, I made my choice
Open my eyes, I just see joy
Family and friends and music and money and hoes and clothes, it brings rejoice
Too dripped out to attend my class
Too dripped out to learn about math
All one brand, we don't do mix match
Oh no no, we don't do mix match
She fell in love with a Balmain boy
She wanna fuck with a Balmain boy
She wanna hang with a Balmain boy
She wanna play with a Balmain boy
Girl #1 or girl #2?
Ima pick both, I don't wanna choose
Don't step up when I hop in the queue
Eyes on the prize, my eyes on the loot
Back then I had the corniest shirts
Had no style, was a massacre
Look at me now, the tables have turned
2022, we broke the curse
Ric Flair (Huh?)
Drip (Woo)
Belt on my waist, a championship
King of kings
Wings on the jacket, off-white cream
(Aye)
We don't follow trends, we're above sensational
(That's facts)
You cannot relate, this shits untranslatable
(Yeah)
It's that time of the year, go get your money up, it's drip season
Making my ex spill tears, now you wishing that you kept your feelings
(Bitch)
Loyalty in my genes, no snake shit, we don't do no treason
How could I stress bout a bitch? Flexing on
Her for the better reason
She fell in love with a Balmain boy
Treating my girls as if they toys
Don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
So get on your knees when I get annoyed
Live by the rules, I made my choice
Open my eyes, I just see joy
Family and friends and music and money and hoes and clothes, it brings rejoice
Too dripped out to attend my class
Too dripped out to learn about math
All one brand, we don't do mix match
Oh no no, we don't do mix match
She fell in love with a Balmain boy
She wanna fuck with a Balmain boy
She wanna hang with a Balmain boy
She wanna play with a Balmain boy
Fitness, bench-press (Look)
I'm pushing P with the empress (Brrr)
Wardrobe, endless
(Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot)
Dripping, puddles,
Matching the rings like couples
Diamonds, huddle (Bling)
(Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot)
5 pound chains, they building muscle
5 pound chains, they building muscle
5 pound chains, they building muscle
5 pound chains, they building muscle
You popping perc's, while I pop tags
Lines intercepting, no hashtag
Taking a bath that's full of cash
Leveling up, increase my stats
I would never spend my money on a hoe
So undeserved like an offsides goal
Balmain on top and the rest below
They stay below
Fendi and Prada overrated
Louis Vuitton just got too famous
Don't even get me started with Gucci
Cause that shits the most basic
She fell in love with a Balmain boy
Treating my girls as if they toys
Don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
So get on your knees when I get annoyed
Live by the rules, I made my choice
Open my eyes, I just see joy
Family and friends and music and money and hoes and clothes, it brings rejoice
Too dripped out to attend my class
Too dripped out to learn about math
All one brand, we don't do mix match
Oh no no, we don't do mix match
She fell in love with a Balmain boy
She wanna fuck with a Balmain boy
She wanna hang with a Balmain boy
She wanna play with a Balmain boy