Introduction
The song “Ballin” is a hip-hop track produced by Mustard, featuring rapper Roddy Ricch. The song quickly achieved popularity for its singable beat and infectious chorus. Mustard, also known as DJ Mustard, is a Notable figure in the West Coast hip-hop scene, remarkable for his manufacturing skills and signature sound.
Dressing, born Dijon McFarlane, surfaced as a DJ and maker in the early 2010s. His unique style, made distinctive by minimalistic yet spreading beats, captured the immersion of artists and listeners alike. He became closely associated with recovering the West Coast sound, drawing inspiration from G-funk and absorbing it into his production.
In 2019, Mustard associated with Compton-based rapper Roddy Ricch on “Ballin’.” The song featured on Mustard’s “Perfect Ten” album became a rapid hit. Roddy Ricch’s spirited delivery and Mustard’s spreading production created a prevailing formula, driving the song up the charts and into conventional success.
“Ballin'” received extensive credit for its cheery vibe and singable lyrics. The song’s chorus, “I put the new Fergies on the Jeep / I trap until the bloody bottoms underneath,” became a famous phrase among fans and was constantly specified in social media and popular culture.
The music video for “Ballin'” Displays the lavish lifestyle often related to success in the hip-hop industry, featuring luxurious cars, extravagant parties, and high-end fashion. The visual prayer of the video enhances the song’s theme of realising success and animating the good life.
Due to its catching beat and memorable lyrics, ‘Ballin‘ became a staple in clubs, parties, and radio playlists, freezing Mustard’s fame as a sought-after fabricator and promoting Roddy Ricch’s rise to critical in the rap scene. The song’s success contributed to Mustard’s already impressive collection of hits and stood out in modern hip-hop.
Released in 2019
Lyrics:
I don’t really wanna go
I don’t really wanna stay
But I really hope and pray
Can we get it together?
Get it together
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
I been wakin’ up to get the money, woah, woah
Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah
Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I’m fuckin’ ’em both
I put in a new AP, the water like a boat
I was down bad on my dick, where was you niggas at?
I know you turned your back on me just to get some racks
I see 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
Grab my baby, mama that new Bentayga
Tryna get the dojo like a sensei, yeah
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 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
I, ayy, yeah
I’ve been ballin’, lil’ nigga
Now watch me ball on these niggas
Yeah, now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah
Now watch me ball on these niggas
Now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah, yeah
