[Intro: Project Youngin]
It's the Youngin ho
This Project Youngin man, can't tell me nothin' man
Ain't no more Levis man, ain't no more Trues, ayy
[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain't seen my face in a while so now they callin'
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I'm like aw man
These ain't skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I'm splashin', I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I'm all in with this music, no more jokin' now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it's poking out, ayy
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I stacked it up, I went designer for a year straight
I told that bitch we fuckin' right now, ain't lunch date
I got 'em all on my drip, they like my feng shui
You try to take it, we gon' shoot it out in broad day
FN five-seven in my Balmains
I fucked around gave her the number, she keep callin'
I parked the Fin and came back cruisin' in that Mulsanne
Pillow talking to a bitch, my nigga you lame
Walk around with all this money, you would think I hit the lotto
Pourin' Act out a bottle, 4 Pockets Full the motto
Silverado Forgiato, get a hundred dollar lineup
Got a bad redbone, save her number under model
It's the Youngin ho
This Project Youngin man, can't tell me nothin' man
Ain't no more Levis man, ain't no more Trues, ayy
[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain't seen my face in a while so now they callin'
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I'm like aw man
These ain't skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I'm splashin', I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I'm all in with this music, no more jokin' now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it's poking out, ayy
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I stacked it up, I went designer for a year straight
I told that bitch we fuckin' right now, ain't lunch date
I got 'em all on my drip, they like my feng shui
You try to take it, we gon' shoot it out in broad day
FN five-seven in my Balmains
I fucked around gave her the number, she keep callin'
I parked the Fin and came back cruisin' in that Mulsanne
Pillow talking to a bitch, my nigga you lame
Walk around with all this money, you would think I hit the lotto
Pourin' Act out a bottle, 4 Pockets Full the motto
Silverado Forgiato, get a hundred dollar lineup
Got a bad redbone, save her number under model
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