COSTCO BALLER$

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 motherfucking 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 Motherfucking 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 fucking 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 Motherfucking 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