Ballin’ lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Zwiffa
n*ggas sayin' I'm different, yeah, n*ggas
n*gga can't come out, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't take it, yeah' (I'ma kill a motherf*ckin' player)
On cash (No cap)
b*tch (Don't disrespect, huh)
I'ma kill a n*gga

[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 b*tch outside, she tryna drop it, yeah
Got a FN in my motherf*ckin' pocket, yeah
b*tches 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
f*cked a bad b*tch last night, I f*cked that bad b*tch, yeah
Sucked my di*k so good, yeah, I went to sleep lil' b*tch, 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 b*tch, yeah, f*cking 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 b*tch in the front seat, yeah, got a b*tch 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 n*ggas get money, f*cking 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 pus*y, get played round
Hunnid racks, n*ggas in your grass, they heard that K sound
Designer n*gga, 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' n*gga)
I came in ballin' (Spotlight)
I just came in and hopped in my pocket, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a bad b*tch outside, she tryna drop it, yeah (Woah)
Got a F&N in my motherf*ckin' pocket, yeah (Bah)
b*tches 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