Ballin' Lyrics - Coke Boys 3 - French Montana & Coke Boys

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 [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 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 

Ballin, She wanna fuck a fuckin 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 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) 

Ballin, She wanna fuck a fuckin baller [3x] 

Ballin, Kilos in the attic chico