Big K.R.I.T. – Confetti

[Chorus]

Balling since Iverson crossed you
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy
Olympus I bought a crib and set that bitch on top of Mt.
When you living that high up, it’s hard to see the tension
[Chorus]
I caught a break, no debate, and you still fishing
[Verse 2]
Fucking off with these wins
I’ma ball all summer just to flex for Christmas
Fuck the check up last week, I got a new agenda
Got the win, I want the record nigga
Angel wings on the doors, I gotta suplex em’
Money don’t make you fly, that’s just my perspective
Running up the score just to expose a bluff
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy
‘Cause when your wrist game know the grip changed
We all off in the club like Sincere in Belly
‘Cause nowadays gettin’ a win just ain’t enough
Know my downfall ’cause you petty
Kobe clutching on a meal ticket
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
Nailing in they coffin, the cost of them being off it
All up in the VIP, but you ain’t fuck them bitches
[Verse 1]
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
Account it like you got a check, spend it when you ready
Fuck your party when your confetti ain’t even heavy nigga
You ain’t buy it all unless you blew a ticket
You fucking up with this loss
[Chorus]
Might just throw a toss and holla fuck it
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Got the win, I want the record nigga
This shit is so suspicious
Your confetti ain’t even heavy nigga
Nigga buckets
Got the win, I want the record nigga
Motherfuck you if you feel different
Can’t even drink my liquor, money on my celly
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
The last time I couldn’t buy some shit?
Waiter forgot my season, I’m glad that they throwin’ that salt
Snakes come, chop they heads off

The genie out the bottle and you still wishing
I’m giving niggas hell, pray I go to heaven
I can’t remember

I’m only selling game, I’m all out of simping
Confetti ain’t even heavy nigga
Winner’s circle, my office

The last time I fucked the world, I must’ve bust the center
Grip the foreign like a trophy, gotta hold it steady
Chip rain in the strip game, hoes will bust it
These niggas fucking up the game