RACE TO AN M

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Camo!] Sixty milligrams, my Amex don't get tired (Phew) Bank teller my therapist, speakin' of me through the wire (Frr) My whole 'fit came from Aris (Yeah), your stylist think that's fire (Yeah) I'm rollin' 'round like a Ferris (Yeah), I don't sell drugs, I'm a buyer (Yeah) Black, white, and blue Brabus (Phew), would've thought I played for the Mavericks (Phew) or the Magic (Phew) My dog is beatin' that block, servin' that fenty, he a savage (Phew) I'm pullin' up on the curb, scrapin' the side just like matches I'm competin' with the 'Crete, who can blow a fuckin' M the fastest? [Interlude: Camo!] I be ballin' Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Camo!] I'm turnin' up my bitch, I got her reachin' all her goals ( I be ballin' ) Late night, she can't believe I let her fuck me in my Rolls I ain't buyin' her no flowers, but I'll still give her a rose ( I be ballin' ) I ain't givin' no corsage, but I'll put her wrist on rose They can't take my flows, better off tryna take my hoes ( I be ballin' ) Yeah, my doors is suicidal, have the mechanic check on those I'm ridin' around in a Tesla off a Tesla, in that mode ( I be ballin' ) Movin' around with the heat on my waist like a nigga don't fuck with the cold [Verse 2: Camo!] Black diamonds hit the light, shit look like I'm burnin' coal ( I be ballin' ) Yeah, I tried to throw him bitches, he got 'round the hoes and sold Million-dollar house, bitch, I can't humble my lil' boat ( I be ballin' ) I'm huggin' on my cup, that bitch so dark, look like the road I'm textin' that bitch friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't catch wind ( I be ballin' ) You so good in your hood, it's been two years, nigga, why you ain't win? She requestin' my location, tryna track my where and whens ( I be ballin' ) This kit look like some NASCAR shit, you couldn't even tell it's a Benz I'm pourin' so much Wock' inside this pop, can't taste the soda ( I be ballin' ) Cops is pullin' me over, they see the Hellcat, it's over ( Hmm ) I'm scrapin' the rims on the curb, I'm treatin' this shit like Corollas She suckin' it all with the balls, she treatin' me just like boba He only wipin' his nose, boy, he ain't sick, he ain't never been cobra I'm posted with the mob, my table full of high rollers [Chorus: Camo!] I'm turnin' up my bitch, I got her reachin' all her goals Late night, she can't believe I let her fuck me in my Rolls I ain't buyin' her no flowers, but I'll still give her a rose I ain't givin' no corsage, but I'll put her wrist on rose They can't take my flows, better off tryna take my hoes ( I be ballin' ) Yeah, my doors is suicidal, have the mechanic check on those I'm ridin' around in a Tesla off a Tesla, in that mode ( I be ballin' ) Movin' around with the heat on my waist like a nigga don't fuck with the cold [Outro] I be ballin' I be ballin'