Ballin

[Rick Ross] My cocaina, come manana So I could blow a couple dollars She see these diamonds on my collar She wanna fuck a fuckin baller [Hook] Ballin, She wanna fuck a fuckin baller [3x] Ballin, Kilos in the attic chico [Verse 1: French Montana] But of course shorty sore for like 8 weeks You know I beat the pussy up like them Dre beats Its only right shorty fuckin with a fuckin baller If its black card baby gon fuck tomorrow Here's 10 stacks, feel like I bought her But fuck it, me and Cafe' just left the border 5 million dollar house and I ain't talkin slaughter Talkin paid in full bitch and I ain't talkin Porter And that ghost got a stash box in it 200 on the dash fly by cops with her (Like ayye) I be ghost ridin, got them hoes smilin Bought that bitch a smart car now we both ridin [Hook] [Verse 2: Charlie Hustle] I get it from me prima Yall niggas might have seen her The cokin cowboys, they goin' La Marina You fuck up her money, Oooh mama mia Rather be burnt with gonorrhea Than cursed with santeria These my nina for that white girl like Chritsina's nina Oops I mean nino, all the white boys You know gardio, or like Rozay say that cocaina Whip it back in the cocina (now we) [Hook]