"Balance" lyrics
Strandz & Boj Lyrics
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
There's no game for this shawty, she want character
Mob boss, I ain't a crook or amateur
Make money, make love, I'm a balancer
Yeah, I'ma give her flowers, she ain't had enough
Girl, you at the yard, get you Appleyard now
The kids got it good, money I'ma pass down
I can't have beef, ain't nobody in my town
Make a hundred thou if you wanna be around
And when I go ghost, I ain't wanna be found
Fuck around, you could hold one of these rounds
It's like everybody want one of these pounds
Spend it on my shawty, she ain't one of these clowns
Why you coming out if you ain't wanna be crowd?
Let your body move, make it move to the sound
Girl, let your body move, make it move to my house
Smooch and smile... move to the couch
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Lamba eh
Say she wan trabaye
She wan chop my rabba eh
Gucci and Prada eh
Ahh...
Lamba ehh
Say she wan trabayee
She wan chop my rabba ehh
Gucci and Prada
Chop my rabba
She don chop my rabba
Me, I go chop her ofada
I go chop her ofada eh
She said she wanna balance the crew
My niggas at the back tryna balance the food
Balance the zoot so I balance the rude
Couple niggas only gotta balance the loot
To go challenge the yute, you know
She wanna buy more pillows
I can't catch Z's, I need more zeros
She wanna be free, tell her boss, you know
I'll never come back, I just got to go
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Lamba eh
Say she wan trabaye
She wan chop my rabba eh
Gucci and Prada eh
Lamba ehh
Say she wan trabayee
She wan chop my rabba ehh
Gucci and Prada
Pra Prada...
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
There's no game for this shawty, she want character
Mob boss, I ain't a crook or amateur
Make money, make love, I'm a balancer
Yeah, I'ma give her flowers, she ain't had enough
Girl, you at the yard, get you Appleyard now
The kids got it good, money I'ma pass down
I can't have beef, ain't nobody in my town
Make a hundred thou if you wanna be around
And when I go ghost, I ain't wanna be found
Fuck around, you could hold one of these rounds
It's like everybody want one of these pounds
Spend it on my shawty, she ain't one of these clowns
Why you coming out if you ain't wanna be crowd?
Let your body move, make it move to the sound
Girl, let your body move, make it move to my house
Smooch and smile... move to the couch
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Lamba eh
Say she wan trabaye
She wan chop my rabba eh
Gucci and Prada eh
Ahh...
Lamba ehh
Say she wan trabayee
She wan chop my rabba ehh
Gucci and Prada
Chop my rabba
She don chop my rabba
Me, I go chop her ofada
I go chop her ofada eh
She said she wanna balance the crew
My niggas at the back tryna balance the food
Balance the zoot so I balance the rude
Couple niggas only gotta balance the loot
To go challenge the yute, you know
She wanna buy more pillows
I can't catch Z's, I need more zeros
She wanna be free, tell her boss, you know
I'll never come back, I just got to go
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Lamba eh
Say she wan trabaye
She wan chop my rabba eh
Gucci and Prada eh
Lamba ehh
Say she wan trabayee
She wan chop my rabba ehh
Gucci and Prada
Pra Prada...
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey balance dey cool
Balance dey balance dey cool
