Ballin’

[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 hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now 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

[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 ******* 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, *****, 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 ***** a new coupe

Either you from the Yah Gang or you're SuWoop

Got a New Orleans ***** and man, that ***** 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 hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now 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

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]

I been wakin' up to get the money, woah, woah

Got a bad *****, her ass tatted, woah, woah

Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm ****ing 'em both

I put her in a new AP, the water like a boat

I was down bad on my ****, 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, **** a flash, this ain't Snapchat

'Cause I been gettin' 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 kiddin'

All these rappers just talk about it, I live it

Goin' 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 hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now 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

[Outro: Roddy Ricch]

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