Ballin

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Roc Andretti

[?]

[Chorus]

Rockstar bitch on some rockstar shit

Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it

Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet

Your bitch love me, said I'm hot like August

Back when I was a jit, bro was really lit

He was baggin' up his stick, but pretend I ain't saw it

Got you bitches mad back then I called it

Turn up this year, young Tatum, I'm ballin'

[Bridge]

Pull up all green, I'm always on the scene

Puttin' all this work, done made me a target

Bitches so bitter like they just chew garlic

Everything coZ, we the hottest on the market

Nigga hit me up, I don't want no love

I'm not McLovin, bitch, my name cold hearted

Me and young brodie be smokin' narcotics

All white coupe, we parallel park it

[Verse]

Cookies got me feelin' like I'm a martian

Gettin' lifted, bitch, I'm higher than the stars

And that bitch wanna come and hang with us

She can't hang 'cause that bitch a regular

Told that boy "huddy", yeah, that dude tried to love me

Said he wanna be friends, whole time tryna cuff me

I ain't into that, I don't do lovey dovey

Bossed up bitch, no Cassie, I'm Puffy

Why don't you get in your bag?

Why don't you get off your ass?

Silly little bitches swear they make me laugh

Pay 'em no mind, leave 'em in the past

[Chorus]

Rockstar bitch on some rockstar shit

Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it

Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet

Your bitch love me, said I'm hot like August

Back when I was a jit, bro was really lit

He was baggin' up his stick, but pretend I ain't saw it

Got you bitches mad back then I called it

Turn up this year, young Tatum, I'm ballin'