Ballin’ By Mustard Ft Roddy Ricch (Clean - 1 Hour)

Lyrics

Mustard on the beat, ho

I put the new Forge's on the G

I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath

'Cause all my n***** 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**** 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***** salty

All this designer on my body got me drip, drip (ay)

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*****, I didn't forget, bet

I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that

I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back

These b***** know me now, 'cause I got them big racks

'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that

Young n**** on the corner, b**** 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**** a new coupe

Either you frontin' y'all gang or y'all suwoop

Got a New Orleans b**** and man that p**** voodoo

And I'm that n**** now, who knew?

I put the new Forgi's on the G

I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath

'Cause all my n***** 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**** 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***** salty

I been wakin' up to get the money, whoa, whoa

Got a bad b****, her a** tatted, whoa, whoa

Givenchy to my toes, two twins I'm f****** 'em both

I put in a new AP, the water like a boat

I was down bad on my d****, where was you n***** at?

I know you turned your back on me, just to get some racks

I seen you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach

New diamonds on me, f*** 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 dojo like a sensei

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 Forgi's on the G

I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath

'Cause all my n***** 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**** 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***** salty

I, ay yeah

I've been ballin' lil' nigga

Now watch me ball on these n*****

Yeah, now watch me ball on these n*****, yeah

Now watch me ball on these n*****

Now watch me ball on these n*****, yeah yeah