French Montana - Ballin Lyrics

My cocaina, come manana
So I could blow a couple dollars
She see these diamonds on my collar
She wanna f*ck a f*ckin baller

Ballin, She wanna f*ck a f*ckin baller [3x]
Ballin, Kilos in the attic chico

But of course shorty sore for like 8 weeks
You know I beat the pussy up like them Dre beats
Its only right shorty f*ckin with a f*ckin baller
If its black card baby gon f*ck tomorrow
Here's 10 stacks, feel like I bought her
But f*ck 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

Ballin, She wanna f*ck a f*ckin baller [3x]
Ballin, Kilos in the attic chico

I get it from me prima
Yall niggas might have seen her
The cokin cowboys, they goin' La Marina
You f*ck 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)

Ballin, She wanna f*ck a f*ckin baller [3x]
Ballin, Kilos in the attic chico