Certified Baller (feat. Yung Paolo)

Y'already know, bro Yung Paolo, turn the AC on Yo' girl in a Honda, my bitch in a Benz Yo' bitch baby momma be fuckin' my gang Good morning, I’m sorry, my 40 gon' bang I’m flamin' up bodies like Marty, I’m insane I wake up and shoot up a blunt in my face My opps in the Ash tray, there’s no trace Them strangers is puff-puff-passed in a strain The money on my name, whatchu niggas gon' claim? My wrist is on water, my bitch is a model Don’t kiss me, lil bitch 'cause my teeth full of diamonds Can’t smoke inside so I pulled out a hunna' (A hunna') Can’t tell me shit, I'ma certified baller My mission "Apollo", I need get to rockets and empty the clip I'ma make sure it's hollow Ain’t got her designer, I just bought her a condom (Condom) These bitches be ugly, I put a bag above her Wo-Wok on the track, then you walk with money Waves got brushed, boy yo' teeth ain't brushed yet I'm in a penthouse, always upping You in the basement, tryna get up there Shootin' and openin' wounds like a mosh pit Bands on a Benz in the six, ain't no frontin' 20 my wrist, but no 20 bills on me Keep a 40 tucked in, it's a big boy on me Everyday wake up, tryna get it cracking, tryna break out the bones out of every fuckin' track Push on that pedal till I hit that click I’ma shoot up my guns till I got no more clips (Prra-prra) I can't resit, all this mother fuckin' anger in me I don't know where it came from, but it made me sin They ask if I can, but not how I am Not how I feel, I still try to be the man Ah, yeah I'm that young nigga, iced out Worry bout yo' bitch, don't worry 'bout me now Neck "Snowpiercer", my chain a freezer and I'm riding around with my Nina Quit tryna be like, quit tryna be like Cezar You can’t defeat us (Nah), I’m armed to the teeth and further Bitches don't leave us, they know where the heat at, niggas tryna be us Bullets totin' me wherever the smoke at, we tryna be there Quit tryna be like, quit tryna be like Cezar You can’t defeat us, I’m armed to the teeth and further Yo' girl in a Honda, my bitch in a Benz Yo' bitch baby momma be fuckin' my gang Good morning, I’m sorry, my 40 gon' bang I’m flamin' up bodies like Marty, I’m insane I wake up and shoot up a blunt in my face My opps in the Ash tray, there’s no trace Them strangers is puff-puff-passed in a strain The money on my name, whatchu niggas gon' claim? My wrist is on water, my bitch is a model Don’t kiss me, lil bitch 'cause my teeth full of diamonds Can’t smoke inside so I pulled out a hunna' (A hunna') Can’t tell me shit, I'ma certified baller My mission "Apollo", I need get to rockets and empty the clip I'ma make sure it's hollow Ain’t got her designer, I just bought her a condom These bitches be ugly, I put a bag above her F*ck around, blowin' heads off, this' no Black Ops Louis just dropped, grabbed my card, blowin' bands off I just fucked that bitch, there's no feelings in my inner soul I'm just gettin' rich, no pills like Bezos Heard that bitch cryin', I'ma turn her to a dancer (On God) Said "I'm a Pisces", I don't f*ck with no Cancer (Nah, nah) Shorty give me head, top on, don’t enhance her (Yung Paolo) Fly her across the globe, one week she didn’t answer Dropped half a milli' on a brand new whip (Instant), Brand new bitch, no cap Made those back in a brand new week (What?) She wanted a brand new wig (Aha) Wake up in the morning, add a brand new fig' (More money, cash) I just flipped a brick (Ching-Ching) F*ck a thick thot, this' no TikTok bitch (What, what?) F*ck a TikTok bitch Tryna blow up, get my flows up I don't give a f*ck, give a f*ck 'bout them feelings of a Tinder thot He say "Thot" like "F*ck that" I don't play with niggas chasin' bitches for a head talk (I don't f*ck with that) Flashin' my wrist, it's Cuban (Flash) Chill your bitch, she not human (She not) Bro stop hittin' on that thot like W Smith You gon' get dumped, that bitch got a new man Yo' girl in a Honda, my bitch in a Benz Yo' bitch baby momma be fuckin' my gang Good morning, I’m sorry, my 40 gon' bang I’m flamin' up bodies like Marty, I’m insane I wake up and shoot up a blunt in my face My opps in the Ash tray, there’s no trace Them strangers is puff-puff-passed in a strain The money on my name, whatchu niggas gon' claim? My wrist is on water, my bitch is a model Don’t kiss me, lil bitch 'cause my teeth full of diamonds Can’t smoke inside so I pulled out a hunna' (Alright) Can’t tell me shit, I'ma certified baller My mission "Apollo", I need get to rockets and empty the clip, I'ma make sure it's hollow Ain’t got her designer, I just bought her a condom These bitches be ugly, I put a bag above her Wok Yeah, let's get it bro!