Playboi Carti — Ballin’

[Intro: Playboi Carti] Zwiffa You stay on that [?] niggas Nigga can't come out, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [?] On cash (No cap) Bitch Kill a nigga [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Regardless, I came in ballin' (Okay) I came in ballin' (Ballin') I just came in and hopped in my pocket, yeah Got a bad bitch outside, she tryna drop it, yeah Got a F&N in my motherfuckin' pocket, yeah Bitches keep on calling, yeah, they stalking, yeah The label say, young Carti, boy, you're stalling, yeah [Verse 1: Playboi Carti & CAPOREE] Used to want a impala, yeah That was in 2014, used to want an impala, yeah Fucked a bad bitch last night, I fucked that bad bitch, yeah Sucked my dick so good, yeah, I went to sleep lil' bitch, yeah Got that cash on me, uh, let 'em have some, uh (Cash, cash) Make it rain on 'em, yeah, break the bank, yeah (Cash, cash) I'm young Carti, yeah, huh, I got Cartier, huh Iced out Cartier, huh, I'm just getting started, yeah I'm just getting started, hol' up, yeah, you tryna marry, hol' up yeah I married the molly, hol' up, yeah, I married the X, hol' up, yeah I'm on the red bean, hol' up, I'm on the X-Files, hol' up I got a bad bitch, yeah, fucking my best guy, yeah We in the back spot, hol' up, we in the back street, yeah yeah I just got Atari, yeah yeah, you're tryna come get me, yeah Got a bitch in the front seat, yeah, got a bitch in the front seat, yeah Tryna give me that mouth, I swear I feel no teeth, yeah I got big diamonds and I got some big rings (Yeah, yeah) This some championship ring, championship rings, yeah (Capo, capo, yeah) I got big diamonds, yeah I got some big rings (Got some, racks) This some championship ring, championship rings, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: CAPOREE] Hittin' her from the back, tryna break her spine, she say Capo, you wildin' Gotta get the money piling Dior jeans, what I'm styling On the block, lift an 8th, break down packs, Ricky run through 'em Young niggas get money, fucking hoes, yeah we gettin' to it Open the spot, send some shots, lay the law down I'm from where they draw down, slapping heads, and get laid down In the streets, no playground You play pussy, get played round Hunnit racks, niggas in your grass, they heard that K sound Designer nigga, be laced down One call, he face down Two hundred racks on that lawyer, he beat the case now Check out my figure eights now Don't shake hands with fake now Put 'em on the plate, show her a lil' carat, piece of cake, now [Chorus: Playboi Carti & CAPOREE] Regardless, I came in ballin' (Yeah, I came in ballin' nigga) I came in ballin' (Spotlight) I just came in and hopped in my pocket, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Got a bad bitch outside, she tryna drop it, yeah (Woah) Got a F&N in my motherfuckin' pocket, yeah (Bah) Bitches keep on calling, yeah, they stalking, yeah (Bah) The label say, young Carti boy you're stalling, yeah [Outro: Playboi Carti] Championship ring, yeah, championship ring, yeah I got big diamonds, yeah, and a championship ring, yeah Championship ring, yeah How you do without a championship ring, yeah Whatcha' going do with these championship rings, yeah Whatcha' going do with these championship rings, yeah Whatcha' going do with these championship rings, yeah Whatcha' going do with those championship rings, uh Whatcha' going do with those championship rings