"Ballin'" lyrics

I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my homies got it out the streets
I keeps hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with my whole team
Now a homie can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, I got em salty

All this designer on my body
Got me drip drip
Straight up from the county
For one thing
If I got a Budlight, I'm a simp simp
Run up these racks with my queen
I got rich on all these homies that didn't forget back
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
Hopped inside the Maybach
Now I can sit back
These girls know my name
Cause I got big racks
Cause I'm getting money now
I know you heard that
Young homie on the corner, boy I had to serve back
On the front of me some B's
I had to get them birds back
We grew up on dirty money
We gave it a bird bath
Cut off the brain
And I gave my girl a new coupe
And I'm at home now, who knew?

I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my homies got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with my whole team
Now a homie can't answer call 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, I got em salty