[Intro: Jay Park]
Hey, boy, it’s cold
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh, uh, yeah
[Chorus: Jay Park]
I'm feeling like I'm Ben Baller (Ben Baller), yeah
I'm feeling like I'm Ben Baller (Ben Baller), yeah
I'm feeling like I'm Ben Baller (Ben Baller), yeah
I'm feeling like I'm Ben Baller (Ben Baller), yeah
Okay, okay, okay, okay
[Verse 1: Jay Park]
Ayy
So many chains around my neck, I feel like Ben Baller (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Feeling wavy, baby, serve me up at Red Lobster
Got these trophies on my mantle like a head hunter (Ooh, yeah)
I ain't from the hood, but you know I've been low though
Ooh, I'm feeling right, sauced up, swagger tight, ayy
All my homies motivated, we be on the grind (Grind), ayy
Gucci on my body, yeah, money on my mind (Mind), ayy
Winning ain't a thing, yeah, we do it all the time, oh Lord
Kill 'em with success, smiling at you, for sure
My Bentley all white, clean as fuck, four doors
Feeling so blessed, couldn't ask for more (Blessed)
Live that fast life, boy, you moving too slow (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
You sleeping at night, but we working, we working 'til morning (Morning, morning)
Money talking, I'm talking that money, my sounds is golden (Golden, golden)
Crack open that bottle of Ace, pour a glass, and we toasting (Toasting, toasting)
Wavy like a hand (Wavy), wavy like the ocean
Hey, boy, it’s cold
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh, uh, yeah
[Chorus: Jay Park]
I'm feeling like I'm Ben Baller (Ben Baller), yeah
I'm feeling like I'm Ben Baller (Ben Baller), yeah
I'm feeling like I'm Ben Baller (Ben Baller), yeah
I'm feeling like I'm Ben Baller (Ben Baller), yeah
Okay, okay, okay, okay
[Verse 1: Jay Park]
Ayy
So many chains around my neck, I feel like Ben Baller (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Feeling wavy, baby, serve me up at Red Lobster
Got these trophies on my mantle like a head hunter (Ooh, yeah)
I ain't from the hood, but you know I've been low though
Ooh, I'm feeling right, sauced up, swagger tight, ayy
All my homies motivated, we be on the grind (Grind), ayy
Gucci on my body, yeah, money on my mind (Mind), ayy
Winning ain't a thing, yeah, we do it all the time, oh Lord
Kill 'em with success, smiling at you, for sure
My Bentley all white, clean as fuck, four doors
Feeling so blessed, couldn't ask for more (Blessed)
Live that fast life, boy, you moving too slow (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
You sleeping at night, but we working, we working 'til morning (Morning, morning)
Money talking, I'm talking that money, my sounds is golden (Golden, golden)
Crack open that bottle of Ace, pour a glass, and we toasting (Toasting, toasting)
Wavy like a hand (Wavy), wavy like the ocean
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