Ballin' (Explicit) - DJ Mustard/Roddy Ricch
Lyrics by：Dijon McFarlane/Shah Rukh Zaman Khan/Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Composed by：Dijon McFarlane/Shah Rukh Zaman Khan/Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Mustard on the beat ho
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n***as 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***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke now I'm rich these n***as salty
All these 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***as I didn't forget back
I had to go through the struggle I didn't forget that
I hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
These b***hes know me now 'cause I got them big racks
'Cause I'm gettin' money now I know you heard that
Young n***a on the corner b***h 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 birdbath
Cut off the brain and I give my b***h a new coupe
Either you frontin' y'all gang or you're suwoop
Got a New Orleans b***h and man that p***y voodoo
And I'm that n***a now who knew
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n***as 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***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke now I'm rich these n***as salty
I been wakin' up to get the money woah woah
Got a bad b***h her a*s tatted woah woah
Givenchy to my toes two twins I'm f**king 'em both
I put in a new AP the water like a boat
I was down bad on my d**k where was you n***as 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 f**k a flash this ain't Snapchat
'Cause I been gettin' paid
Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade
Grab my baby mama that new Bentayga
Tryna get the dojo 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 Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n***as 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***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke now I'm rich these n***as salty
I ayy yeah
I've been ballin' lil' n***a
Now watch me ball on these n***as
Yeah now watch me ball on these n***as yeah
Now watch me ball on these n***as
Now watch me ball on these n***as yeah yeah
