Balmain Belt

[Chorus]
Mike Amiri jeans, money on me
Posted on the scene, sippin’ codeine
I’m fuckin’ with a freak, her head OD
She do it so mean like the dick was in my jeans
Made me take off my belt, it’s a Balmain belt
And it look like a king with a motherfuckin’ [?]
I remember when I ain’t had no bread in my account
Now it’s like I done lost count of the amount
Now the crib got the view of the pool
Black Ferrari and it came without a roof
All this money always on me like it’s glue
Money always on me like a tattoo
I was always in the kitchen like a spoon
Always broke bread if we was cool
Been a real nigga since the womb
Wanna die with my body in a tomb

[Verse 1]
Mixing up my medicine, I be off everything
I don’t even feel the same, I don’t even feel the pain
I just hit a lick and I think I need a bigger chain
Call that nigga Elliott and tell him, “I need everything”
My bitch got a nipple ring, so I like her energy
I’ma make the pussy sing, fuckin’ off the Hennessy
If you ain’t with the gang gang, nigga, you a enemy
I got hella blue cheese with the glizzy stuffed in my—

[Chorus]
Mike Amiri jeans, money on me
Posted on the scene, sippin’ codeine
I’m fuckin’ with a freak, her head OD
She do it so mean like the dick was in my jeans
Made me take off my belt, it’s a Balmain belt
And it look like a king with a motherfuckin’ [?]
I remember when I ain’t had no bread in my account
Now it’s like I done lost count of the amount
Now the crib got the view of the pool
Black Ferrari and it came without a roof
All this money always on me like it’s glue
Money always on me like a tattoo
I was always in the kitchen like a spoon
Always broke bread if we was cool
Been a real nigga since the womb
Wanna die with my body in a tomb

[Verse 2]
Forgiato rims on the coupe
I done came a long way from the stoop
Eating at Prime 112 in a suit
I remember times when I only had soup
And this money coming in all blue
Spent four bands on one pair of shoes
And I put my niggas on too
‘Cause I’m a real nigga, I’m the truth
My bitch stay wetter than a pool
I don’t fuck with you ho’s, you— (Ugh)
My wrist stay wetter than a tub
I be walking ‘round, looking like the plug
Got a young nigga in the club
Niggas mad that they bitch show love
Niggas mad that they bitch won’t fuck
“Why Chaz Money be doing too much?”
Red bottoms with my—

[Chorus]
Mike Amiri jeans, money on me
Posted on the scene, sippin’ codeine
I’m fuckin’ with a freak, her head OD
She do it so mean like the dick was in my jeans
Made me take off my belt, it’s a Balmain belt
And it look like a king with a motherfuckin’ [?]
I remember when I ain’t had no bread in my account
Now it’s like I done lost count of the amount
Now the crib got the view of the pool
Black Ferrari and it came without a roof
All this money always on me like it’s glue
Money always on me like a tattoo
I was always in the kitchen like a spoon
Always broke bread if we was cool
Been a real nigga since the womb
Wanna die with my body in a tomb
Mike Amiri jeans, money on me
Posted on the scene, sippin’ codeine
I’m fuckin’ with a freak, her head OD
She do it so mean like the dick was in my jeans
Made me take off my belt, it’s a Balmain belt
And it look like a king with a motherfuckin’ [?]
I remember when I ain’t had no bread in my account
Now it’s like I done lost count of the amount
Now the crib got the view of the pool
Black Ferrari and it came without a roof
All this money always on me like it’s glue
Money always on me like a tattoo
I was always in the kitchen like a spoon
Always broke bread if we was cool
Been a real nigga since the womb
Wanna die with my body in a tomb