Here Are the Lyrics to Mustard's 'Ballin',' Feat. Roddy Ricch

Brandon Wade
Mustard

Mustard enlists rising Compton rapper Roddy Ricch for “Ballin’,” the penultimate track on the DJ’s Perfect Ten record. The smooth, bouncy beat accentuates Ricch’s bars that underline his own come-up.

He salutes Compton royalty -- late rapper Nipsey Hussle and his girlfriend Lauren London -- in the first verse: “I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip.” The line also reflects Rich’s collaboration with the neighborhood patron on his last-ever single, “Racks in the Middle.”

In typical Hussle fashion, the fellow Compton MC narrates his life’s hardships before delving into his newfound treasures.

Check out the lyrics and video below.

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 n---as got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n---a 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 n---as 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 n---as, 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 n---a 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 pussy voodoo
And I'm that n---a now, who knew?

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

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n---a 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 n---as 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 fucking 'em both
I put in a new AP, the water like a boat
I was down bad on my dick, where was you n---as 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
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 n---as got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n---a 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 n---as salty

I, ay yeah
I've been ballin' lil' n---a
Now watch me ball on these n---as
Yeah, now watch me ball on these ni---s, yeah
Now watch me ball on these n---as
Now watch me ball on these n---as, yeah yeah
 

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Written by: Dijon Mcfarlane, Donell Jones, Rodrick Moore

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