Shopping Spree (Balmain Jeans) Playboi Carti

[Intro]
(Earl on the Beat)
(Lousy)

[Verse]
Shopping sprees (Yeah, hol' up)
Shopping sprees (Yeah, hol' up)
Bags on me, hol' up, yeah
We was in the back, five hundred degrees, yeah, hol' up
(Yeah)
Flanked up, yeah bih, these shooters bleed (Yeah), I'm like blatt (Hol' up)
You ain't never shot at me, let's go up (Yeah)
We gon' make your shoulders lean, crack his neck, don't need no beam, niggas lying on the scene
Yo' bitch, yeah, she with the king, and I pulled up in Celine
Carti flexin' on ya team, We don't rock no Prada jeans (Hol' up)
We jus' put that shit down, I'mma rock Celine (Hol' up)
I'mma put that bitch down, and I ain't even buy her a thing, but damn those bitches pinked out (Hol' up)
I gotta rock them Balmain jeans (Hol' up), damn I had to peek out
I used to rock them Balmain Jeans, and we still do that shit now
And Yung Carti throwing B's, and I still do that shit now
I used to rock them Balmain jeans, and we still do that shit now
I used to jugg and clear the scene (Hol' up), and we still do that shit now
I used to rock them Balmain jeans
I used to rock them Balmain jeans
I used to rock them Balmain jeans
I used to rock them Balmain jeans
I used to rock them Balmain jeans