[Verse 1: Logic]

Okay

It's RattPack 'til my pulse flat, we keep it real, no false rap

I got four cars and they all black, got four broads and they all that

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 coming through with my whole team, they coming too

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'll 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

[Chorus: Logic]

Bitch, I'm ballin'

Ballin', I came from nothin' to somethin'

Like it's nuttin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion

Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama

I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas

Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals

Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel

When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go

It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know

[Verse 2: Logic]

I'ma 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 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

Bitch, I'm back again and I 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; 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

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 coming through with my whole team, they coming too, that's

[Chorus: Logic]

Ballin', ballin'

I came from nothin' to somethin'

Like it's nuttin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion

Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama

I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas

Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals

Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel

When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go

It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know

[Verse 3: C Dot Castro]

Yeah

You know that we ballin', we been goin' 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 your girl all up all on my nuts, boy

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'ma 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'

Standing next to me would be so embarrassin', yeah, we be

[Chorus: Logic]

Ballin', ballin'

I came from nothin' to somethin'

Like it's nuttin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion

Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama

I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas

Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals

Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel

When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go

It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know