You Ballin in the Wrong Neighborhood

Mustard on the beat, hoe 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 mornin' 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 hop 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 frontin' y'all 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 balin' I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin' I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty