Ballin\u0027 - Mustard and Roddy Ricch (lyrics) I don\u0027t really wanna go I don\u0027t really wanna stay But I really hope and pray Can we get it together? Get it together Mustard on the beat, hoe I put the new Forgis on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath \u0027Cause all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans I remember hittin\u0027 the mall with the whole team Now a nigga can\u0027t answer calls \u0027cause I\u0027m ballin\u0027 I was wakin\u0027 up gettin\u0027 racks in the mornin\u0027 I was broke, now I\u0027m rich, these niggas salty All this designer on my body got me drip, drip, ayy Straight up out the Yajects, I\u0027m a big Crip If I got a pint of lean, I\u0027ma sip, sip I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn\u0027t forget, back I had to go through the struggle, I didn\u0027t forget that I hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back These bitches know me now \u0027cause I got them big racks \u0027Cause I\u0027m gettin\u0027 money now, I know you heard that Young nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack Uncle fronted me some P\u0027s, 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 bitch a new coupe Either you frontin\u0027 y\u0027all gang or you\u0027re SuWoop Got a New Orleans bitch, and man, that pussy voodoo And I\u0027m that nigga now, who knew? I put the new Forgis on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath \u0027Cause all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans I remember hittin\u0027 the mall with the whole team Now a nigga can\u0027t answer calls \u0027cause I\u0027m balin\u0027 I was wakin\u0027 up gettin\u0027 racks in the mornin\u0027 I was broke, now I\u0027m rich, these niggas salty I been wakin\u0027 up to get the money, woah, woah Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I\u0027m fuckin\u0027 \u0027em both I put in a new AP, the water like a boat I was down bad on my dick, where was you niggas at? I know you turned your back on me just to get some racks I see you swerve back, \u0027cause I\u0027m in the black \u0027Bach New diamonds on me, fuck a flash, this ain\u0027t Snapchat \u0027Cause I been gettin\u0027 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\u0027m in the rain I just mind my business I got brothers that did the time, I ain\u0027t kiddin\u0027 All these rappers just talk about it, I live it Goin\u0027 up, I ain\u0027t got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah I put the new Forgis on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath \u0027Cause all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans I remember hittin\u0027 the mall with the whole team Now a nigga can\u0027t answer calls \u0027cause I\u0027m balin\u0027 I was wakin\u0027 up gettin\u0027 racks in the mornin\u0027 I was broke, now I\u0027m rich, these niggas salty I, ayy, yeah I\u0027ve been ballin\u0027, lil\u0027 nigga Now watch me ball on these niggas Yeah, now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah Now watch me ball on these niggas Now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah, yeah