Ballin - French Montana, Rick Ross, Charlie Rock

My cocaina, come manana

So I could blow a couple dollars

She see these diamonds on my collar

She wanna fuck a fuckin baller

Ballin, She wanna fuck a fuckin baller

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 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

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)