Ballin’ Lyrics – Mustard,Roddy Ricch
Singer: Mustard,Roddy Ricch
Title: Ballin’
Mustard on the beat, ho
I put the new Forgi’s on the G
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
‘Cause all my n#gg#s got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
I remember hittin’ the mall with the whole team
Now a n#gg# can’t answer calls ’cause I’m ballin’
I was wakin’ up, gettin’ racks in the mornin’
I was broke now I’m rich, these n#gg#s salty
All this designer on my body got me drip, drip (ayy)
Straight up out the Yajects, I’m a big Crip
If I got a pint of lean, I’ma sip, sip
I run the racks up with my queen, like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these n#gg#s, I didn’t forget, bet
I had to go through the struggle, I didn’t forget that
I hoppend inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
These b#tches know me now, ’cause I got them big racks
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money now, I know you heard that
Young n#gg# on the corner, b#tch, I had to serve crack
Uncle fronted me some P’s had to get them birds back
We came up on dirty money, I gave it a bird bath
Cut off the brain and I give my b#tch a new coupe
Either you frontin’ yah Gang or ya SuWoop
Got a New Orleans b#tch and man, that p#ss# voodoo
And I’m that n#gg# now, who knew?
I put the new Forgis on the G
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
‘Cause all my n#gg#s got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks, inside my jeans
I remember hittin’ the mall with the whole team
Now a n#gg# can’t answer calls ’cause I’m ballin’
I was wakin’ up, gettin’ racks in the mornin’
I was broke now I’m rich, these n#gg#s salty
I been wakin’ up to get the money, whoa, whoa
Got a bad b#tch, her #ss tatted, woah, woah
Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I’m ****in’ ’em both
I put in a new AP, the water like a boat
I was down bad on my dick, where was you n#gg# at?
I know you turned your back on me, just to get some racks
I see you swerve back, ’cause I’m in the black ‘Bach
New diamonds on me, **** a flash, this ain’t Snapchat
‘Cause I been gettin’ paid
Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade
Got my baby mama that new Bentayga
Tryna get the dough, Joe, like a sensei, yeah
Rolls Royce umbrellas when I’m in the rain
I just mind my business
I got brothers that did the time, I ain’t kiddin’
All these rappers just talk about it, I live it
Goin’ up, I ain’t got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put the new Forgis on the G
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
‘Cause all my n#gg#s got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
I remember hittin’ the mall with the whole team
Now a n#gg# can’t answer calls ’cause I’m ballin’
I was wakin’ up gettin’ racks in the mornin’
I was broke now I’m rich, these n#gg#s salty
I, ayy, yeah
I’ve been ballin’, lil’ n#gg#
Now watch me ball on these n#gg#s
Yeah, now watch me ball on these n#gg#s, yeah
Now watch me ball on these n#gg#s
Now watch me ball on these n#gg#s, yeah, yeah
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