Mustard - Ballin’ ft. Roddy Ricch (NIGHT core) ( 1 Jam / 1 hour )

lyrics : I don&wanna really wanna go I don&really wanna stay But I really hope and pray Can we get it together Get it together (Mustard on the beat, ho) I put the new Forgi&on the G I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath &all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hunnid 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 mornin' I was broke now I&rich, these niggas salty All this 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, bet I had to go through the struggle, I didn&forget that I hopped 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 bird bath Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe Either you frontin&Yah Gang or ya SuWoop Got a New Orleans bitch and man that pussy voodoo And I&that nigga now, who knew? I put the new Forgi&on the G I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath &all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hunnid 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...