Roddy Rich - Ballin (Country Version)

All Credits to RVSHVD Lyrics: I put the new Forgi’s on the G I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath ’Cause all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hunnid 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 mornin’ I was broke now I’m rich, these niggas 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 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, 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 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 bird bath Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe Either you frontin’ Yah Gang or ya SuWoop Got a New Orleans bitch and man that pussy voodoo And I’m that nigga now, who knew? I put the new Forgi’s on the G I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath ’Cause all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hunnid 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 mornin’ I was broke now I’m rich, these niggas 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 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, yeah, yeah, yeah I put the new Forgi’s on the G I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath ’Cause all my niggas got it out the streets I keep a hunnid 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 mornin’ I was broke now I’m rich, these niggas salty 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