Rick Ross - Ballin lyrics

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Rick Ross - Ballin lyrics

[Rick Ross] My c**aina, come manana So I could blow a couple dollars She see these diamonds on my collar She wanna f** a f**in baller [Hook] Ballin, She wanna f** a f**in 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 p**y up like them Dre beats Its only right shorty f**in with a f**in baller If its black card baby gon f** tomorrow Here's 10 stacks, feel like I bought her But f** it, me and Cafe' just left the border 5 million dollar house and I ain't talkin slaughter Talkin paid in full b**h 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 b**h a smart car now we both ridin [Hook] [Verse 2: Charlie Hustle] I get it from me prima Yall n***as might have seen her The cokin cowboys, they goin' La Marina You f** 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 c**aina Whip it back in the cocina (now we) [Hook]