Mustard, Roddy Ricch — Ballin’

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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]
Mustard on the beat, ho
Mustard on the beat, ho
‘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
Mustard on the beat, ho
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
Mustard on the beat, ho
If I got a pint of lean, I’ma sip, sip
Mustard on the beat, ho
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
Mustard on the beat, ho
Got a New Orleans bitch and man, that pussy voodoo
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Mustard on the beat, ho
Mustard on the beat, ho
‘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 bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah
Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I’m fucking ’em both
Mustard on the beat, ho
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
Mustard on the beat, ho
‘Cause I been gettin’ paid
Mustard on the beat, ho
Got my baby mama that new Bentayga
Mustard on the beat, ho
Mustard on the beat, ho
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]
Mustard on the beat, ho
Mustard on the beat, ho
‘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