Ballin' Lyrics by Mustard and Roddy Ricch

Mustard and Roddy Ricch Lyrics

The explicit lyrics to "Ballin" by Mustard and Roddy Ricch can be found below. "Ballin" was released in 2019 as the ninth track on Mustard's "Perfect Ten" album.

Mustard & Roddy Ricch - Ballin Lyrics

Intro
I don't really wanna go
I don't really wanna stay
But I really hope and pray
Can we get it together?
Get it together
Mustard on the beat, ho

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hitting the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm balling
I was waking up, getting racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty

Verse 1: Roddy Ricch
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 niggas, I didn't forget, back
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 bitches know me now 'cause I got them big racks
'Cause I'm getting money now, I know you heard that
Young nigga on the corner, bitch, 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 bitch a new coupe
Either you from the Yah Gang or you're SuWoop
Got a New Orleans bitch and man, that pussy voodoo
And I'm that nigga now, who knew?

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hitting the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm balling
I was waking up, getting racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty

Verse 2: Roddy Ricch
I been waking up to get the money, woah, woah
Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah
Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm fucking 'em both
I put her 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 seen you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach
New diamonds on me, fuck a flash, this ain't Snapchat
'Cause I been getting 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 kidding
All these rappers just talk about it, I live it
Going up, I ain't got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hitting the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm balling
I was waking up, getting racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty

Outro: Roddy Ricch
I, ayy, yeah
I've been balling, 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

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