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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Vocals
Castro
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Izquierdo
Songwriter
Arthur Mcarthur
Composer
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Recording Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Jeremy McArthur
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Okay, it's Rattpack till my pulse flat, we keep it real, no false rap
I got four cars and they all black, got four broads, and they all 'dat
[Verse 2]
We call that ballin', doin' this is my callin'
Flow is so appallin', my phone off, and she callin'
I'm like "Yeah, what it do? Penthouse, man, what a view"
Fall back 'cause I'm comin' through
With my whole team, they comin' too
[Verse 3]
That's real, too real, motherfucker, tell me how you feel
I'm too good for my own good, I won't leak the album, I let it spill
Number one, bitch, I bet it will, do the numbers, I said it will
I played the game and I'm still the same
And I never changed just to get a deal
[PreChorus]
Bitch, I'm ballin', I came from nothing to something
Like it's nothing, yeah, you know I done it, nah, there's no discussion
Bitch, I'm ballin', I made a promise to my Momma'
I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm ballin', closin' million dollar deals
Catch me swervin', burnin' hundred dollar bills, how it feels
When you ballin', goin' places they never go
It ain't all about the money but I stack it 'cause you never know
[Verse 4]
I'ma live life till I overdose, while they sleepin' on me, that's comatose
I went mainstream with my main team
You just mad as fuck, you ain't come close
And your next girl, is my ex-girl
She fine as hell but she a mess girl
All I do is rhyme, I got no time so I can't reply to your text, girl
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I'm back again and I'll run it, always gotta keep it one hunnid'
All of y'all know y'all want it, turn it up and get blunted
I'm like fuck the money, fuck the fame, I came here to fuck up the game
Gon' get it, I'm feelin' myself, fresh to death, bitch, I'm killin' myself
[Verse 6]
I'm gone, we burnin' it up, step in the building, we turnin' it up
Talkin' that shit, but they never admit
When I step to the mic, I be murderin' it
And we livin' real good, mainstream, but it's still good
I got raw shit, I got real shit, but right now, it's time for that 'feel good'
[Verse 7]
We call that ballin', doin' this is my callin'
Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin'
I'm like "Yeah, what it do? Penthouse, man, what a view"
Fall back, 'cause I'm comin' through
With my whole team, they comin' too
[PreChorus]
That's ballin', I came from nothing to something
Like it's nothing, yeah, you know I done it, nah, there's no discussion
Bitch, I'm ballin', I made a promise to my momma'
I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm ballin', closin' million dollar deals
Catch me swervin', burnin' hundred dollar bills, how it feels
When you ballin', goin' places they never go
It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know
[Verse 8]
Yeah, you know that we ballin', we be goin' all in
Hold on, let me slow it down, so y'all get this shit
These haters talk, but I don't give a shit
Got models, bottles and the piff is lit
But we ballin', kinda like Spalding and Rawlings
On the road to riches never stallin'
Got your girl, up all on my nuts
But she do it with joy, no almonds, uh
[Verse 9]
Livin' life to perfection, V-I-P, that's the section
Presidential watch, presidential suites
You would think we held an election
And it go Logic first, then I'm up next, I do not converse, I just cut checks
I do not rehearse, I just drop the verse
I need to cop a hearse, 'cause I'm fresh to death
[Verse 10]
I bet you never seen so much designer
Never seen a ****, with a bitch that's finer
Boy, I stunt when I ain't even tryna'
Swaggin' is nice, but first I'm a rhymer'
And I rep Maryland, home of the Terrapins
Say you spit crack, homie, we spit that heroin
Bring it right to your front door, like I'm carolin'
Standin' next to me, would be so embarrassin'
[Refrain]
Yeah, we be ballin', I came from nothing to something
Like it's nothing, yeah, you know I done it, nah, there's no discussion
Bitch, I'm ballin', I made a promise to my momma'
I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm ballin', closin' million dollar deals
Catch me swervin', burnin' hundred dollar bills, how it feels
When you ballin', goin' places they never go
It ain't all about the money, but I stack it, 'cause you never know
Written by: Alexander Izquierdo, Jeremy McArthur, Robert Hall