Nadroj - COSTCO BALLER$ Lyrics

Uh
ND
Gold Membership shit
I paid $1.50 for a glizzy, how 'bout you?
I mean, honestly, it's kind of like a religious experience
And if you don't know what I mean
I'm happy to explain it

You ain't even gotta ask
Everybody know my whereabouts
ND chilling in that motherf*cking warehouse
I'm that Costco Baller
That you probably hear about
Shop till I drop
If it's priced at a fair amount
Saw the deals, man
Instantly I'm bricked up
Check out my pass to Legoland
That I just picked up
Starting arguments with strangers
Cause the shit's fun
Parking lot warfare
Quick, bitch duck

Coffee for a year, man
You can't even f*ck with me
Honey Bunch of Oats
Shit lasting me a couple weeks
I'm sorry you paying
How much for your gasoline?
Only time I leave is when
I'm balling out at Chuck E Cheese
Bitches yelling "f*ck me please"
Cause I got that white card
Pull up, hop out
I need service on my car
Freezer section got my nipples
Way too hard
Sample section like a
Motherf*cking flea market
Target can't compete with this shit
Baby, what you want?
Wide cart, like I'm big shit
Took a hit of turmeric
Need to calm down
Whose club? It's a dub
F*ck you even talking 'bout?

F*ck you mean you're not shopping at Costco?
I bet your f*cking toes smell weird, after a long day
In the summer, bitch

Got enough ZipLoc bags
For a new climate crisis
Boutta cop a brisket
Not checking what the price is
Motherf*cking deals
On my personal devices
Never been on Tinder
I know where my type is
I'm copping eggs with my Eggos
Always shop with some Modelos
That a problem baby? Hell no
I'm a Gold Star fellow
Throwing Bills, Josh Allen
Want a drink? Here's a gallon
I don't need no accountant
How I ball is a talent

I hear 'em talking it's hearsay
Me I really do this shit
You wasting money everyday
Naddy on his frugal shit
Nobody asking "who is this"
My name is on my card
Five-six Indian who
Only shops in large
Got a glizzy in my hand
And the other is a cookie
Flirting at the register
Let me tell you what we could be
Wasting money at the club
Baby you know where you should be
Fine dining with a breeze
I'm the realest, Tyron Woodley

Dawg, I'm eating like the Roman's
I don't need this many Trojans
No control of my emotions
English is barely spoken
Never running out of lotion
Way too many ibuprofens
And there's always a chance
That my car could get stolen

Okay but like can someone just go check on my car really quick?
Uh, I'm just kind of in the middle of something here
You know, just like chasing my dreams? And I don't remember if I locked it
Thank you

I'm a Costco Baller
Bitch, look at my khakis
Drip, drop hoe
Vogue get at me
Baller
Meets my needs for optometry
Refrigerators and bed sheets
Baller
I'm in with the bouncers
Bitch I might redo my counters
Baller
Sipping Kirkland in a tent hoe
Shit I bought I copped at Costco
Baller

Uh
ND
Yeah, this is a diss track
I'm calling out Walmart, I'm calling out Target, BJ's, Sam's club
You can't do what Costco does
You ju-, I, I don't know the business model
I, I studied art in college but
You, you can't, I, you can't
You probably can't do it, maybe you can, but I don't think you can