“Ridin” is a summer tune about the lifestyle of Bans, Cube and Nahmir where money is always a top priority.
Many of Bans' most popular songs like “Lonely” and “Different Colors” are collaborations. This song is another example of his success when collaborating.
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[Intro: Yung Bans]
Yeah yeah, huh, ayy
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam (Hey, yeah)
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam (Hey, yeah)
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money
[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Hmm, I'm on the beach with my feet up, ayy
Everybody say I'm switchin', I don't speak enough, hmm, ayy
I just turn my speakers up, hmm, ayy
I just turn my speakers up, huh
I'm movin' on just like my lease was up, ayy
And I'm still poppin' these Percs, lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up, huh
I might fuck that lil' ho if she freak enough, ayy
Then I have a new bitch 'fore the week was up (Ayy)
[Chorus: Yung Bans & Landon Cube]
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam (Hey, yeah)
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam (Hey, yeah)
Dollar signs all I see (Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy)
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money (Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy)
[Verse 2: Landon Cube]
Now I grind for that money, I got that green, yeah
I'm grindin' for that cheese, yeah, that cheese, yeah
I run off with your honey, she off the bean, yeah
She wanna stay the week, I make her leave now (Ayy)
Gettin' high, yeah, on the West Side, yeah
All my life, yeah, think that I'ma die here
I put some money off to the side, yeah
Take a ride with me, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Bans & YBN Nahmir]
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam (Hey, yeah)
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam (Hey, yeah)
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Ayy)
If it ain't 'bout the money (Ayy, grrah)
[Verse 3: YBN Nahmir]
One day they caught me loafin' after droppin' off my bitch (Droppin' off my bitch)
They sent a couple shots but I'm just glad that nigga missed (He got no aim, nigga)
Ducked down, started clapping, tried to flip that whole whip (Grrah, pow, pow, pow)
But I'd rather take a life before my mama see me stiff (Ayy, that's on my mama)
So I'm clutchin' on that .44 when I'm trippin' (Ayy, grrah, pow, pow, pow)
Trey paralyzed, but I'm just glad that nigga livin' (Ayy, I'm just glad that nigga livin')
Please don't come to me when that nigga granny end up missin' (When that nigga end up missin', and)
I was coolin' out in Cali, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it (Ayy, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it, huh?)
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam (Hey, yeah)
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
Ridin' with that .40, ridin' with that .40 with a beam (Hey, yeah)
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money
Ridin was written by Billy Cigarette & Y2K & Landon Cube & YBN Nahmir & Yung Bans.
Ridin was produced by Billy Cigarette & Y2K.
I made it in my room with my engineer, Brandon, and then the beat, Y2K, the producer, he played the beat, and it was just like beat shit. So they played the beat and then I just made the song to it. It really wasn’t nothing specific ‘cause I was in the room. It wasn’t like I was in California or not...
I told Cole Bennett I wanted him on it. Cole my brother. So Cole reached out to YBN manager and them, and got him on the song.
Shit, have fun. It’s summertime. Turn up. Fuck some bitches. Go to the beach. Do whatever. Get lit.
It was just like some Lyrical Lemonade fam type shit. Yung Bans' manager, Jake, showed me this, and I was like, “Yeah. Definitely. I gotta get on that shit,” ‘cause it was definitely my vibe. I was by the beach. I was at an Airbnb by Santa Monica recording my shit and I just laid that shit down.
The way I did my voice I tried to channel my inner Yung Bans a little bit. But I was at the beach, and I just like came in with the melody. When I came in with that, I didn’t know what I was saying at first, but like I made words out of it.