BEACH BALL (feat. BIA) - Slowed & Reverb

Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Talk)

Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)

Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks (Yeah)

Bitch, ride the boat like it's a seesaw

Check your bags and your pussy, girl, 'fore you depart (Huh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Dolce & Gabbana, spoil him in Neiman Marcus (Uh)

Bitch, pull the top down, why you keep coughin'? (Brrt)

Put her in the ocean, bet she suck a beach ball (Uh)

Hoes movin' up and down, seesaw (Talk)

Give me backshots, now it's back to DR (Yeah)

Fly you out to PR, can't put you in no Dior (Yeah)

Look into my eyes, you could tell I want a D-boy (Yeah)

Poppin' wheelies on the dick, he thinkin' I'm from B-More (Talk)

We should've been friends, but I know you wanna be more (Huh)

Touched my first M, niggas know I gotta see more (Yeah)

Seen that nigga in my ends and you know I had to detour (Yeah)

Flew in first class just to sit up by the seashore (Shit)

You can't fuck me in no G4

Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Busta)

Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (B-O, B-O, what?)

Look, see, I inflated the plot

Ever since the day a crack sells, I upgraded the block, nigga (What?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Louis and that Gucci make her bug in Bergdorf and (What?)

Drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin'

Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls (What?)

And all these bitches walkin' 'round me

Talkin' 'bout, "I miss y'all" (Talk)

Never kiss 'em, but I always hit 'em back to DR (Yeah)

Shorty, yes, I see y'all, who the fuck you thinkin' we are? (Bitch)

Think you 'bout to come up, see them thoughts you better ignore (Yeah)

Fuck you think you foolin'? Tryna come off like a sweetheart (Yeah)

Think we more than homies, you's a motherfuckin'— (Huh)

Fuck these records up in ways you never seen it before (Bitch)

Bustin' everybody ass on records when I record 'em (Yeah)

Light shinin', nigga lookin' at me like he see God (Huh)

Aha, you see, you ain't get shit when we started

Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Talk)

Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (What?)

Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks (Yeah)

Bitch, ride the boat like it's a seesaw

Check your bags and your pussy, girl, 'fore you depart (Huh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Louis and that Gucci make her bug in Bergdorf and (What?)

Drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin' (Huh)

Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls

And all these bitches walkin' 'round me

Talkin' 'bout, "I miss y'all" (Talk)

Give me backshots, now it's back to DR