I don't really want to 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)
I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n***as got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, these n***as salty
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 lеan, I'ma sip, sip
I run the racks up with my queen, like London and Nip
But I got rich on all thesе n***as, I didn't forget, bet
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 n***a 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 bird bath
Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe
Either you frontin' Yah Gang or you're SuWoop
Got a New Orleans bitch and man that pussy voodoo
And I'm that n***a now, who knew?
I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n***as got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, these n***as salty
I been wakin' up to get the money, whoa, whoa
Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, whoa, whoa
Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm fuckin' 'em both
I put her in new AP, the water like a boat
I was down bad on my dick, where was you n***as 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, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n***as got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, these n***as salty
I, ayy, yeah
I've been ballin', lil' n***a
Now watch me ball on these n***as
Yeah, now watch me ball on these n***as, yeah
Now watch me ball on these n***as
Now watch me ball on these n***as, yeah, yeah
I put the new AK-47s on the jeep and the bloodies underneath got me running around the street, getting me to look like a whole intire fucking animal. When you see me ballin, I put the ball in the hoop and they become wet swishes because I am Stephen Curry with the wet swishes going to the hooppppp. I put the new AK-47s on the jeep and the bloodies underneath got me running around the street, getting me to look like a whole fucking animal. When you see me ballin, I put the ball in the hoop and they become wet swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes...