Mustard - Ballin’ (Lyrics) ft. Roddy Ricch

Please watch: "Godfather of Harlem - No Patience (Lyrics) Ft. Pusha T & Swizz Beatz" Support Mind Right Audio: Tags: #Ballin Follow Mustard: Lyrics: [Intro] Mustard on the beat, ho [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] I put the new Forgis on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath &all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans I remember hittin&the mall with the whole team Now a nigga can&answer calls &I&ballin' I was wakin&up, gettin&racks in the morning I was broke, now I&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&a big Crip If I got a pint of lean, I&sip, sip I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn&forget, back I had to go through the struggle, I didn&forget that I hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back These bitches know me now &I got them big racks &I&gettin&money now, I know you heard that Young nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack Uncle fronted me some P&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&y&gang or you&SuWoop Got a New Orleans bitch and man, that pussy voodoo And I&that nigga now, who knew? [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] I put the new Forgis on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath &all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hundred racks inside my...