Ballin

[Intro: Playboi Carti]

(Zwiffa)

Niggas sayin' I'm different, yeah, niggas

Nigga can't come out, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Can't take it, yeah' (I'ma kill a motherfuckin' player)

On cash (No cap)

Bitch (Don't disrespect, huh)

I'ma kill a nigga

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

Regardless (I got robbed for killin' the bih'), I came in ballin' (Okay)

I came in ballin'

I just came in and hopped in my pocket, yeah

Got a bad bitch outside, she tryna drop it, yeah

Got a FN in my motherfuckin' pocket, yeah

Bitches keep on calling, yeah, they stalking, yeah

The label say, "Yung 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 (Gang)

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 Yung Carti, yeah, huh, I got Cartier, huh

Iced out Cartier, huh, I'm just getting started, yeah

Huh, 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 lean, hol' up, I'm on the H5, 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 called up Tyree, yeah, yeah, he 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 (Yeah)

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 (Grrah)

I'm from where they draw down, slapping heads, and get laid down

In the streets, no playground

You play pussy, get played round

Hunnid 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, "Yung 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