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