‎Ballin’ by Mustard, Roddy Ricch (2024)

Mustard on the beat, ho

I put the new Forgi's on the G
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my nigg*s got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now a nigg* 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 nigg*s salty

All this designer on my body got me drip, drip (ay)
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 nigg*s, I didn't forget, bet
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 nigg* 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 bird bath
Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe
Either you frontin' y'all gang or y'all suwoop
Got a New Orleans bitch and man that puss* voodoo
And I'm that nigg* now, who knew?

I put the new Forgi's on the G
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my nigg*s got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigg* 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 nigg*s salty

I been wakin' up to get the money, whoa, whoa
Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, whoa, whoa
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 dick, where was you nigg*s 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, f*ck 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
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 Forgi's on the G
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my nigg*s got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigg* 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 nigg*s salty

I, ay yeah
I've been ballin' lil' nigg*
Now watch me ball on these nigg*s
Yeah, now watch me ball on these nigg*s, yeah

Now watch me ball on these nigg*s
Now watch me ball on these nigg*s, yeah yeah

In "Ballin’" by Mustard and Roddy Ricch, the song begins with the introduction "Mustard on the beat, ho," an iconic phrase that has become a signature of Mustard’s production. The first verse and chorus celebrate the success of the rapper’s music career, as he reflects on his past when he was broke and unable to go shopping with his friends. Now, he is rich and famous, and he cannot answer calls because he is too busy living the high life of luxury. The second verse reflects on the rapper's love life and his partnership with a woman who understands his struggles and success. The final chorus is all about showing off his new wealth and how he is balling on his haters.