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ballin’ - playboi carti lyrics

ballin’ lyrics
[intro: playboi carti]
zwiffa
you stay on that [?] n*ggas
n*gga can’t come out, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[?]
on cash (no cap)
b*tch
k!ll a n*gga

[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 b*tch outside, she tryna drop it, yeah
got a f&n in my motherf*ckin’ car, yeah
b*tches 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, yah
that was in 2014, used to want a impala, yah
f*cked a bad b*tch last night, i f*cked a bad b*tch, yah
sucked my d*ck so good, yeah, i went to sleep lil’ b*tch, yah
got that cash on me, yeah, they don’t ask some, yeah (cash, cash)
make it rain on ’em, yeah, break the bank, yeah (cash, cash)
i’m young carti, yeah, i got cartier, huh
iced out cartier, huh, and you ain’t gonna stop me, yeah
and you ain’t gonna stop me, 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 b*tch, yeah, f*cking my best guy, yeah
we in the bad 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 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 t**th, yeah
i got big diamonds and i got some big rings (yeah, yeah)
this some championship ring, championship ring, yeah (capo, capo, yeah)
i got big diamonds, yeah i got some big rings (got some, racks)
this some championship ring, championship ring, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: caporee]
hittin’ her from the back, tryna break the spine, she say capo you wildin’
gotta let the money piling
dior jeans, what, i’m styling
on the block, get 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
i’m from where they draw down, slapping heads and get laid down
in the streets, no playground
you play p*ssy, get played round
hunnit racks, n*ggas in your grass, they heard that k sound
designer n*gga, be laced down
one car, he face down
two hundred racks on that lawyer, he beat that case now
check out my new waist, you race now
no shake hands with fake now
put ’em on the plate, show her a lil’ cah, 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’ car, yeah (bah)
b*tches keep on calling, yeah, they stalking, yeah (bah)
the neighbors 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

- playboi carti lyrics

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