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Wale - Back 2 Ballin Lyrics (Feat. French Montana)

Wale – Back 2 Ballin Lyrics (Feat. French Montana)

[Intro]
You deserve to be admired if you make it back quicker than you lost it
Think about it
Work

[Hook: French Montana]
You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bacon on it
Bacon it, bacon on it, bacon on it…
As-salamu alaykum ‘em, homie
Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it
Now a nigga back to ballin’
back to ballin’, back to ballin’, back to ballin’…
And I ain’t even playing, homie
Got it, lost it, got it, spent it
Got it, now I’m back to ballin’
Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’
Nigga I got it, lost it, got it, spent it
Got it, now I’m back to ballin’
Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel
No, that’s not my problem
Problem, problem, problem…
‘Cause I get right to the chicken
Ain’t trick with other bitches
Don’t worry if I never call her
Call her, call her, call her (French)
Motherfuckin’ back to ballin’
You know my whips is foreign
Now you niggas play the bench and all my niggas startin’
Motherfuckin’ back to ballin’
I’m talkin’ black Ferrari
Straight cash, made 140 stacks this morning
I’m talkin’ 10 chains, mosquito bites
Red bottoms, mosquito bites
Bad batch, get your head cracked
Cee-Lo dykes
Motherfuckin’ back to ballin’
Start to finish
You start, I finish
Bottle after bottle
Where the fuck my kin is?

[Hook]
You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bacon on it
Bacon it, bacon on it, bacon on it…
As-salamu alaykum ‘em, homie
Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it
Now a nigga back to ballin’
back to ballin’, back to ballin’, back to ballin’…
And I ain’t even playing, homie
Got it, lost it, got it, spent it
Got it, now I’m back to ballin’
Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’
Nigga I got it, lost it, got it, spent it
Got it, now I’m back to ballin’
Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin’
Fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’
Talk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up
And all those whips is foreign
Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, whips is foreign…

[Verse 3: Wale]
Nigga back to ballin’
Every bit like Patrick Johnson
Never sold much dope, but I know
Some nights I heard that trap was callin’
Nigga back to ballin’
KD, Rondo and Lebronin’
Found life was about chasing dreams
Don’t worry how I got these commas
Comas, commas, I’m a, rider, louder, ganja, easy, rider
What I paid? Five stacks for the garment
Get the check, re-up in a hot sec
Hugo Boss be the outfit
And a pair of some never-coming-out shit