Ballin

[Verse 1: Logic] Okay it's RattPack til my pulse flat We keep it real, no false rap I got 4 cards and they all black Got 4 broads and they all that (What) we call that? Ballin', doing this is my calling Flow is so appallin My phone off and she calling, I'm like "Yeah, what it do?", Penthouse man what a view Fall back cause I'm coming through with my whole team they coming too That's real, too real Mothafucka tell me how you feel I'm too good for my own good, I won't leak the album I'll let it spill Number 1 bitch I bet it will, do the numbers I said it will I played the game and I'm still the same and i'll never change Just to get a deal [Hook] Bitch I'm ballin', ballin' I came from nothing to something like it's nothing Yeah you know I done it now there's no discussion Bitch I'm ballin', ballin' I made a promise to my mama I'mma turn these zeros into tens and commas Bitch I'm ballin', ballin' Closing million dollar deals catch me swervin', burning 100 dollar bills How it feel when you Ballin', ballin', going places they never go It ain't all about the money but I stack it cause you never know [Verse 2: Logic] I'mma live life 'til 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 yo 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 yo text girl Bitch I'm back again and I run it Always gotta keep it one hundred 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 feeling myself Fresh to death, bitch I'm killing myself I'm gone We burning it up, step in the building we turning it up Talking that shit but they never admit When I step to the mic I be murdering it And we living 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 We call that? Balling, doing this is my calling Flow is so appallin My phone off and she calling, I'm like "Yeah, what it do?", Penthouse man what a view Fall back because I'm coming through with my whole team they coming too [Hook] [Verse 3: C Dot Castro] Yeah, you know that we ball and we be going all in hold on Let me slow it down so y'all get the 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 yo girl all up all on my nuts But she do it with joy, no almonds, ugh Living life to perfection VIP that's the section Presidential watch, presidential suites You would think we held an election 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 I bet you never seen so much designer Never seen a nigga with a bitch that's finer Boy, I stunt when I ain't even tryna Swaggin is nice but first I'mma 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 caroling Standing next to me would be so embarrassing yeah we be ballin'! [Hook]