Roddy Ricch - Ballin (Trap Symphony Version) lyrics
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roddy Ricch - Ballin Trap Symphony Version lyrics]
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred 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 morning
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, back
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 birdbath
Cut off the brain and I give
My bitch a new coupe either you from the Yah
Gang or you're SuWoop
Got a New Orleans bitch and man
That pussy voodoo
And I'm that nigga now, who knew?
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred 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 morning
I was broke, now I'm rich
These niggas salty
I been wakin' up to get the money, woah
Woah
Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah
Givenchy to my toes, two twins
I'm fucking 'em both
I put her 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 dojo 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 Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred 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 morning
I was broke, now I'm rich
These niggas salty
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred 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 morning
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, back
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 birdbath
Cut off the brain and I give
My bitch a new coupe either you from the Yah
Gang or you're SuWoop
Got a New Orleans bitch and man
That pussy voodoo
And I'm that nigga now, who knew?
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred 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 morning
I was broke, now I'm rich
These niggas salty
I been wakin' up to get the money, woah
Woah
Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah
Givenchy to my toes, two twins
I'm fucking 'em both
I put her 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 dojo 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 Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred 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 morning
I was broke, now I'm rich
These niggas salty