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Ballin'
33
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ballin' was released on February 5, 2025 by Magic Hip Hop as a part of the album Ballin' - Single
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Release DateFebruary 5, 2025
LabelMagic Hip Hop
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucha
Lucha
Performer
Shadow
Shadow
Performer
Kopy Kat
Kopy Kat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Shah Rukh Zaman Khan
Shah Rukh Zaman Khan
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Donell Jones
Donell Jones
Songwriter
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
Justus Alexander West
Justus Alexander West
Songwriter

Lyrics

I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my **** got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole ting
Now a **** can't miss a call 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these **** salty
All this designer on my body got me drip, drip
Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip
If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip
I run them racks up with my queen like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these ****, I didn't forget, back
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 **** 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 gave my bitch a new coupe
Either you frontin', y'all gang, or you SuWoop
Got a New Orleans bitch, and man, that pussy voodoo
And I'm that **** now, who knew?
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my **** got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole ting
Now a **** can't miss a call 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these **** 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 her in an AP, the water like a boat
I was down bad on my dick, where were you **** 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
Rolls-Royce umbrella 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
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my **** got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole ting
Now a **** can't miss a call 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these **** salty
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Donell Jones, Ermias Asghedom, Justus West, Rodrick Moore, Shah Rukh Zaman Khan
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