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Mustard – Ballin' Lyrics

(feat. Roddy Ricch)

[Intro]
Mustard on the Beat, ho

[Pre-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I put the new Forgi's on the G
I drop into the, bloody bottoms that's underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga [?] so cold 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, these niggas salty

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
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 niggas, I didn't forget, bet
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 bitches know me now, 'cause I got them big racks
'Cause I'm gettin' 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 bird bath
Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe
Even you frontin' y'all gang or y'all suwoop
Got a New Orleans bitch and man that pussy voodoo
And I'm that nigga now, who knew?

[Pre-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I put the new Forgi's on the G
I drop into the, bloody bottoms that's underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga [?] so cold 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, these niggas salty

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
I been wakin' 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 in a new AP in the water like a boat
I was down bad on my dick, but 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' paid
Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade
Grab 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 who 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

[Pre-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I put the new Forgi's on the G
I drop into the, bloody bottoms that's on her knee
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga [?] so cold 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, these niggas salty

[Outro: Roddy Ricch]
I, aye 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
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Songwriters: Dijon McFarlane, Rodrick Moore Jr., Shah Rukh Zaman Khan
Ballin' lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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