Playboi Carti, CAPOREE - Ballin’ lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Playboi Carti, CAPOREE - Ballin’ lyrics]
Regardless, I came in ballin' (Okay)
I came in ballin' (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, young Carti
Boy, you're stalling, yeah
Used to want a impala, yeah
That was in 2014, used to want an impala
Yeah 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 young Carti, yeah, huh, I got Cartier
Huh iced out Cartier, huh, I'm
Just getting started, yeah
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 Tariq, 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)
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
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 i'm from where they draw
Down, slapping heads, and get laid down
In the streets, no playground
You play pussy, get played round
Hunnit 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
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, young Carti
Boy you're styling, yeah
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
I came in ballin' (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, young Carti
Boy, you're stalling, yeah
Used to want a impala, yeah
That was in 2014, used to want an impala
Yeah 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 young Carti, yeah, huh, I got Cartier
Huh iced out Cartier, huh, I'm
Just getting started, yeah
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 Tariq, 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)
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
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 i'm from where they draw
Down, slapping heads, and get laid down
In the streets, no playground
You play pussy, get played round
Hunnit 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
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, young Carti
Boy you're styling, yeah
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