letra de ballin' - roddy ricch
(baby, this could be the last time)
(that we fall in love again)
(oh, and i just can’t believe the love i’m in)
no, i’m never gonna stop never gonna stop)
i put the new forgis on the jeep
i trap until the bl–dy bottoms is underneath
’cause all my n-ggas got it out the streets
i keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
i remember hittin’ the mall with the whole team
now a n-gga 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 n-ggas salty
all these 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 n-ggas, i didn’t forget, back
i had to go through the struggle, i didn’t forget that
i hop inside of the maybach and now i can sit back
these b-tches know me now ’cause i got them big racks
’cause i’m gettin’ money now, i know you heard that
young n-gga on the corner, b-tch, 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 b-tch a new coupe
either you frontin’ y’all gang or you’re suwoop
got a new orleans b-tch and man, that p-ssy voodoo
and i’m that n-gga now, who knew?
i put the new forgis on the jeep
i trap until the bl–dy bottoms is underneath
’cause all my n-ggas got it out the streets
i keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
i remember hittin’ the mall with the whole team
now a n-gga 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 n-ggas salty
i been wakin’ up to get the money, woah, woah
got a bad b-tch, her ass tatted, woah, woah
givenchy to my toes, two twins, i’m f-cking ’em both
i put in a new ap, the water like a boat
i was down bad on my d-ck, where was you n-ggas at?
i know you turned your back on me just to get some racks
i see you swerve back, ’cause i’m in the black ‘bach
new diamonds on me, f-ck a flash, this ain’t snapchat
’cause i been gettin’ paid
yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade
grab my baby mama that new bentayga
tryna get the dojo like a sensei, yeah
rolls-royce umbrellas when i’m in the rain
(no, i’m never gonna stop never gonna stop)
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 forgis on the jeep
i trap until the bl–dy bottoms is underneath
’cause all my n-ggas got it out the streets
i keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
i remember hittin’ the mall with the whole team
now a n-gga 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 n-ggas salty
i, ayy, yeah
i’ve been ballin’, lil’ n-gga
now watch me ball on these n-ggas
yeah, now watch me ball on these n-ggas, yeah
now watch me ball on these n-ggas
now watch me ball on these n-ggas, yeah, yeah
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