French Montana

French Montana - Ballin lyrics

rate me

feat Rick Ross, Charlie Hustle

My cocaine, come manana, so I could blow a couple dollars

She see these diamonds on my collar, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Ballin, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Ballin, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Ballin, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Kilos in the attic, chico

But of course, Shawty soft, full like ...

You know I beat the pussy up like them drey beats

It's only right Shawty fucking with a fucking baller

Here's the black car baby go and fuck the mall up

Here's 10 stacks, feels like I bought her

But fuck it, mMe and Cafe has left the border

5 million dollar house and I ain't talking slaughter

Talking pay to four bitch and I ain't talking Porter

In that ghost got a stash box, set ofr 200 hundred on the dash

Fly by cops ... like hey, I be ghost riding

Got them hoes smiling

Bought that bitch a smart car and now we both riding

Ballin, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Ballin, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Ballin, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Kilos in the attic, chico

I get it from my ... y'all niggas might not seen that

The cocaine cowboys, they going like...

You fuck up bird money, uh mamma mia

Rather be birth with gonoreea...

Ups, I mean nino, or that white boy...

Or like rose said that cocaine

Whip it back in the cucina

Ballin, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Ballin, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Ballin, she wanna fuck a fucking baller

Kilos in the attic, chico.

Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found