Omariwya - BALENCI! Lyrics

Damn, damn, damn, damn
I got way too much Balenci (Bitch)
I got way too much Prada (What)
I got so many hoes, huh
I'm tryna f*ck your daughter (Oh Yeah)
I'm tryna f*ck your mama (Yeah)
Pull up with sticks and llamas
Pull up with sticks like what
Choppin' shit like benihana
Choppin' shit with the chopsticks, bitch
I got Asian bitches
I got real bad bitches
With some plastic titties
We gon' blast the pistol
We gon' blast the pistol
We gon' knock his dreads off his head like a missile
F*cked her last night, left in the morning
Now she said I miss you
I know you is horny but baby
Please don't post me on your story
It's not cause I don't trust you
It's cause the opps be out here lookin' for me
I know she ain't faithful hiding her phone
Every time I get around that shawty
And I've been getting too much cash
Every day of the week
No, bitch, I don't ever stop
We don't wear plain janes
All my Rollies go to tick tock
I got stripper hoes
Pullin' through the crib and givin' top
I'm on the top floor, bitch
Yeah, I feel like the top floor boss
And I'm makin' Maybach music, nigga
I feel like Rick Ross
When you rich like this lil' nigga
It's impossible to have some floss
All the bitches comin' to the crib
And they be gettin' lost
SRT, jeep way too f*ckin' fast
Hear the exhaust
Way too cold, nigga
I been feelin' like Jack Frost
Way too rich, nigga
I don't give a f*ck what it cost
Cause when you rich like this lil' nigga
It ain't nothin' to a boss
Woah, woah
Tell these niggas turn it up
I can't f*ckin' hear em
Tell these niggas turn it up
I can't f*ckin' hear em
Damn
Woah
Tell me again
What the f*ck I got
I got so much what
I got way too much what
I got so much what
I got way too much Balenci (Bitch)
I got way too much Prada (What)
I got so many hoes, huh
I'm tryna f*ck your daughter (Oh Yeah)
I'm tryna f*ck your mama (Yeah)
Pull up with sticks and llamas
Pull up with sticks like what
Choppin' shit like benihana
Choppin' shit with the chopsticks, bitch
I got Asian bitches