DJ Mustard - Ballin'

I put the new Forgis on the jeep, I trap until the bloody bottom is underneath.

'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets, I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans.

I remember hittin' the wall with the whole team, wow a nigga 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 niggas 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'm a sip, sip, I run the racks up with my queen like a London and nip.

But I got rich on all these niggas, I don't forget, back, I had to go through the struggle, I don't forget that.

I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can't sit back, these bitches know me now 'cause I got them big racks.

'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you head that, young nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack.

Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds, we came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath.

Cut off the brain and I gave my bitch a new coupe, either you fronting y'all gang or you're Suwoop.

Got a new Orleans bitch and man, that pussy voodoo. And I'm a nigga now, who knew?

I put the new Forgis on the jeep, I trap until the bloody bottom is underneath.

'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets, I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans.

I remember hittin' the wall with the whole team, wow a nigga 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 niggas salty.

I been wakin' up to get the money, woah, woah, got a bad bitch, her ass tattes, woah, woah.

Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm fucking 'em both, I put in a new AP, the water like boat.

I was down by my own dick, where you niggas 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, fuck a flash, this ain't Snapchat.

'Cause I been gettin' pain, yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade.

Got 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 bottom is underneath.

'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets, I keep a hundred racks in my jeans.

I remember hittin' the wall with the whole team, wow a nigga 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 niggas salty.

I, ayy, yeah, I've been ballin', lil' 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.