Busta Rhymes - Kobe or Ginobili (Remix) lyrics

[Intro:] Mack Maine Freestyle Montana 102 Baby Ace Hood This the remix! Rick Ross! Mackey Ray Cyrus Busta Rhymes Tell Miley Holla at Me [Hook: Mack Maine 2x] Throw it back like it don't fit or like you owe me If you bout that life then baby girl show me b**h I ball hard like Kobe or Ginobili b**h I ball hard like Kobe or Ginobili [Verse 1: Mack Maine] No what's the difference between a real fan and a fake groupie? A real fan will let you skeet on her fake b**bies I don't discriminate, now let me squeeze that fake booty Tryna see you pop that thang like a baby uzi Now back that a** up, I'm feelin like Judy Ima run through that p**y and Tune gon skate through it Excuse my french, but I know I'm the sh** Every b**h I done f**ed can s** my dick These hoes is like mosquitos: s**ing dick and licking nuts Calling my phone from will call to pick tickets up Why you b**hin and willin, I'm on fisherman's island Setting it off which Queen Latifah kissin Madonna I don't need no subpoena, but come and serve me baby I know you listenin, but Ima still ask if ya heard me baby Now peep this, G sh**, Rich Gang, Remix Your b**h wavin so much we get sea sick (Ya Heard me) [Hook:] Throw it back like it don't feel it like you owe me b**h I ball hard like Kobe or Ginobili Ain't a game baby girl it ain't Shinobi If you bout that life and baby girl show me [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Uh, slidin for my wody Man down bang a pistol if you know me Stand down this little n***a think he Spodee Your third round you're in the presence of a Kobe Rolly, and I'm stuntin like a stole it Holy, your favorite rapper wanna hold it Facts! So you know a n***a spoke it Stacks! Got these True Religions pokin Wody! Time to go to war then Ridin! With my Rolls from New Orleans Swinging nine prayed to the lord and I'm getting mine, pray you gettin yours then [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Tell shawty pop that p**y like a soda can I like my p**y pinker than a summer tan This rolly here? Hmm bout a hundred grand Keep it cool, got them shooters in that blue Sedan Hacked up. You might catch a movie role I murk a n***a then write a verse in the studio Ya, I still be ballin like a motha f**a And money called b**h I play the road runner (Uh) I'm talkin Kobe and Ginobili Low life 50 thousand that's the old me Cheap on 28s I'm in the nose bleed Pull up the got the shark face emoji Ya motha f**er where my manners at? Ima take your b**h, every time you call she never answer back Prolly ridin this dick When I'm done I pa** to my clique We send her home when she finished this And you the same n***a she kissed (yuck) [Hook: 2x] [Verse 4: French Montana] Me and Mack like Duncan and Ginobili Mix some purple with the yellow call me Kobe Lemme touch it, gon and buss it open for me And gon and flip it back, throw it back like you owe me And I don't care if you was here way before me Crunch time get respect you gotta show me Dun Dada top shotta, ten commas Top dollas, 8 b**hes, got high mileage I be stuntin on them hoes like Bird and Wayne Bloody red moose thats worth a gain Presidential rolly, presidential suite n***a Cash money coke boys realest in the street n***a [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] b**h I ball like Kobe or Ginobili What the f** every championship ring belong to me I don't know if I'll ever die. You know God look over me f**ing b**hes to the point I hurt their ovaries (Damn!) I get this bread all of the planet, globally And you'll respect your only commandment, locally Baggin b**hes like shopping down at the grocery (Get it!) My n***as busta ya head while I deal with diplomacy Hopefully you turn out to be what you're possed to be End up sounding like something sweeter than poetry And make your broad twerk it twerk it, watch her pose for me And get back to throwing this money, hold my coat for me [Hook:] [Outro: DJ Khaled] Mack Maine! Remix!