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