[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]