Ballin’

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 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 out the county for one thing
If I got a Bud Light, I'm a simp simp
Run up these racks with my queen no longer the nail

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, and 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 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