Ballin’ (Apple Music Awards 2020 Live)

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 (Ayy) Mustard on the beat, ho [Chorus] I put the new Forgis on the Jeep, ayy 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, ayy [Verse 1] 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 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 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] I put the new Forgis on the Jeep (What?) 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, yeah I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty [Verse 2] 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 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 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 [Chorus] I put the new Forgis on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath (What?) '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] 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