Ballin lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Roc Andretti
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[Chorus]
Rockstar b*tch on some rockstar sh*t
Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it
Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Your b*tch 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 b*tches 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
b*tches so bitter like they just chew garlic
Everything coZ, we the hottest on the market
n*gga hit me up, I don't want no love
I'm not McLovin, b*tch, 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, b*tch, I'm higher than the stars
And that b*tch wanna come and hang with us
She can't hang 'cause that b*tch 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 b*tch, no Cassie, I'm Puffy
Why don't you get in your bag?
Why don't you get off your ass?
Silly little b*tches swear they make me laugh
Pay 'em no mind, leave 'em in the past
[Chorus]
Rockstar b*tch on some rockstar sh*t
Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it
Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Your b*tch 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 b*tches mad back then I called it
Turn up this year, young Tatum, I'm ballin'