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Ballin by Mustard 




       Ballin 





Tuning: E A D G B E

G   C   Em  D
 
e|---3---3---3---2---|
B|---3---3---3---3---|
G|---0---0---0---2---|
D|---0---2---2---0---|
A|---2---3---2---0---|
E|---3---0---0---x---|
 
 
 
 
[Intro]
 
G C Em D
 
 
 
[Chorus]
 
              G
I put the new Forgi's on the G
                 C
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
                      Em
'Cause all my hommies got it out the streets
                D
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
                       G
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
                          C
Now a hommie can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
                        Em
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
                       D
I was broke now I'm rich, I got 'em salty
 
 
 
[Verse 1]
                        G
All this designer on my body got me drip, drip
                    C
Straight up out the country, for one fith
               Em
If I got a bud light, I'ma sip, sip
                           D
I run the racks up with my queen, like London and Nip
                            G
But I got rich on all these hommies, I didn't forget that,
                        C
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
                       Em
I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
                    D
These girls know me now, 'cause I got them big racks
                         G
'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
                    C
Young hommie on the corner, bitch I had to serve back
                      Em
Uncle fronted me some P's had to get them birds back
                    D
We came up on dirty money, I gave it a bird bath
            C
Cut off the brain and I give my girl a new coupe
             N.C
And I'm that hommie now, who knew?
 
 
 
[Chorus]
 
              C
I put the new Forgi's on the G
                 Em                D
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
                      C
'Cause all my hommies got it out the streets
                Em               D
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
                       C
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
                          Em               D
Now a hommie can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
                        C
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
                    Em                    D
I was broke now I'm rich, I got 'em salty
 
 
[Outro]
 
G C Em D





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version 2 




Tuning: E A D G B E
Key: G

[Intro]
G
I don't really wanna go
                    G
I don't really wanna stay
 
But I really hope and pray
                       G
Can we get it together?
               G
Get it together
 
Mustard on the beat, ho
 
[Chorus]
             Am           Bm
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
            C
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
                    C
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
               Bm              Am
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
                       Am                 Bm
I remember hittin the mall with the whole team
                        C
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
                        C
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
                     Bm               Am
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
 
[Verse]
                                        Am    Bm
All this designer on my body got me drip, drip, ayy
                   C
Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip
                   C
If I got a pint of lean I'ma sip, sip
                          Bm                   Am
I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip
                          Am                       Bm
But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn't forget, back
                       C
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
                      C
I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
                    Bm                        Am
These bitches know me now 'cause I got them big racks
                        Am                   Bm
Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
                   C
Young nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack
                      C
Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds back
                   Bm                      Am
We came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath
                                          Bm
Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe
                       C
Either you from the Yah Gang or you're SuWoop
                      C
Got a New Orleans bitch and man, that pussy voodoo
                  Bm       Am
And I'm that nigga now, who knew?
 
[Chorus]
            Am             Bm
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
            C
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
                    C
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
               Bm              Am
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
                       Am                 Bm
I remember hittin the mall with the whole team
                        C
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
                        C
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
                     Bm               Am
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
              Am           Bm
I been wakin' up to get the money, woah, woah
               C
Got a bad bitch her ass tatted, woah, woah
               C
Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm fucking 'em both
               Bm            Am
I put in a new AP, the water like a boat
                                                Bm
I was down bad on my dick, where was you niggas at?
                      C
I know you turned your back on me just to get some racks
                 C
I see you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach
                           Bm                Am
New diamonds on me, fuck a flash, this ain't Snapchat
                      Am
'Cause I been gettin' paid
              Bm                C
Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade
       C
Got my baby mama that new Bentayga
                                    Bm Am
Tryna get the dojo like a sensei, yeah
                                      Am
Rolls Royce umbrellas when I'm in the rain
      Bm      C
I just mind my business
                          C
I got brothers that did the time, I ain't kiddin'
 
All these rappers just talk about it, I live it
        Bm            Am
Goin' up, I ain't got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah
             Am            Bm
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
            C
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
                    C
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
               Bm              Am
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
                       Am                 Bm
I remember hittin the mall with the whole team
                        C
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
                        C
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
                     Bm               Am
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
Am  Bm   C
I, ayy, yeah
                             C
I've been ballin', lil' nigga
                                 Bm Am
Now watch me ball on these niggas
                                            C
Ayy, now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah
                                 C
Now watch me ball on these niggas
Bm  C                            C              Bm C
Now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah, yeah





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version 3




Tuning: E A D G B E

[Intro]
 
e|----3-------------3-------------3-----------------0h2p0--------------------|
B|------------3-------------3-------------3-----3---------3------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------2---2--------------------------|
D|----------------2-----0h2-----------0h2---0--------------------------------|
A|--2-----0h2---3-----3---------2--------------------------------------------|
E|3-----3---------------------0-----0----------------------------------------|
 
[Chorus]
 
e|----3-------------3-------------3-----------------0h2p0--------------------|
B|------------3-------------3-------------3-----3---------3------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------2---2--------------------------|
D|----------------2-----0h2-----------0h2---0--------------------------------| x2
A|--2-----0h2---3-----3---------2--------------------------------------------|
E|3-----3---------------------0-----0----------------------------------------|
 
I put the new Forgi's on the G
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my hommies got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a hommie can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, I got 'em salty
 
[Verse 1]
 
e|----3-------------3-------------3-----------------0h2p0----|     e|----3-------|
B|------------3-------------3-------------3-----3---------3--|     B|-----------3|
G|--------------------------------------------2---2----------| x3  G|------------| x1
D|----------------2-----0h2-----------0h2---0----------------|     D|-------0h2--|
A|--2-----0h2---3-----3---------2----------------------------|     A|--2---3-----|
E|3-----3---------------------0-----0------------------------|     E|3-----------|
 
All this designer on my body got me drip, drip
Straight up out the country, for one fith
If I got a bud light, I'ma sip, sip
I run the racks up with my queen, like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these hommies, I didn't forget that,
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 girls know me now, 'cause I got them big racks
'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
Uncle fronted me some P's had to get them birds back
We came up on dirty money, I gave it a bird bath
 
Cut off the brain and I give my girl a new coupe
             N.C
And I'm that hommie now, who knew?
 
 
[Chorus]
 
e|--------3-------------------3p2----|     e|--------3---------3---2--|
B|----------3-------------3-------3--|     B|----------3-------3---3--|
G|----0---------------0-----0--------| x3  G|----0-------------0---2--|
D|--2---2-----2---------2------------|     D|--2---2-----2-----2---0--|
A|3-------------3---2----------------|     A|3-------------3---2---0--|
E|----------------0------------------|     E|------------------0---x--|
 
I put the new Forgi's on the G
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my hommies got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a hommie can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, I got 'em salty
 
[Outro]
 
e|----3-------------3-------------3-----------------0h2p0--------------------|
B|------------3-------------3-------------3-----3---------3------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------2---2--------------------------|
D|----------------2-----0h2-----------0h2---0--------------------------------|
A|--2-----0h2---3-----3---------2--------------------------------------------|
E|3-----3---------------------0-----0----------------------------------------|
 




| h   Hammer-on
| p   Pull-off




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