Ballin - Intellectual

I been out the way, rolling with my clique

Shorty fire and I know she wanna lick

Like get your bands up

We gonna spend a bag up in that 6

Yea Marni dancers, They tryna do tricks up on my dick

Just to let you know, Imma keep on balling for the rick

Yeah, I can't let her go

Yeah, she's toxic, I still love that bitch

They tryna take my flow

Niggas, they be biting its so sick

I rock designer clothes

Some of my pieces, More than they rent

Get your stacks up, Hadda run my bag up woah

These niggas can't catch up, Imma close that door

All up on the wall, bitch, Imma just ball

What they do for me, That you ain't do

Staying with my team, like the bangles

Got to get this green if it ain't you

She closer to me, Shoutout angel

You don't know how I did it

So don't say shit when I'm at the riches

I just blank stare when I see these bitches

Imma lane switch, I'm up in that Lambo, it's a Wicked