Mustard Ballin’ Song Lyrics by Mustard
I don’t really wanna goI don’t really wanna stayBut I really hope and prayCan we get it together?Get it togetherMustard on the beat, hoe
I put the new Forgis on the JeepI trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath‘Cause all my niggas got it out the streetsI keep a hundred racks inside my jeansI remember hittin’ the mall with the whole teamNow 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, ayyStraight up out the Yajects, I’m a big CripIf I got a pint of lean, I’ma sip, sipI run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn’t forget, backI had to go through the struggle, I didn’t forget thatI hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit backThese bitches know me now ’cause I got them big racks
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money now, I know you heard thatYoung nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crackUncle fronted me some P’s, had to get them birds backWe came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath
Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupeEither you frontin’ y’all gang or you’re SuWoopGot a New Orleans bitch, and man, that pussy voodooAnd I’m that nigga now, who knew?
I put the new Forgis on the JeepI trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath‘Cause all my niggas got it out the streetsI keep a hundred racks inside my jeansI remember hittin’ the mall with the whole teamNow a nigga can’t answer calls ’cause I’m balin’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, woah, woahGot a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woahGivenchy to my toes, two twins, I’m fuckin’ ’em bothI 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 racksI see you swerve back, ’cause I’m in the black ‘BachNew diamonds on me, fuck a flash, this ain’t Snapchat
‘Cause I been gettin’ paidYellow diamonds on me look like lemonadeGrab my baby, mama that new BentaygaTryna get the dojo like a sensei, yeahRolls Royce umbrellas when I’m in the rain
I just mind my businessI got brothers that did the time, I ain’t kiddin’All these rappers just talk about it, I live itGoin’ up, I ain’t got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put the new Forgis on the JeepI trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath‘Cause all my niggas got it out the streetsI keep a hundred racks inside my jeansI remember hittin’ the mall with the whole teamNow a nigga can’t answer calls ’cause I’m balin’I was wakin’ up gettin’ racks in the mornin’I was broke, now I’m rich, these niggas salty
I, ayy, yeahI’ve been ballin’, lil’ niggaNow watch me ball on these niggasYeah, now watch me ball on these niggas, yeahNow watch me ball on these niggasNow watch me ball on these niggas, yeah, yeah