Artist: French Montana f/ Diddy, Jeremih Album: Excuse My French Song: Ballin' Out Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: French Montana] + (Diddy) Montana.. That untouchable empire, baby, Coke Boy (Bad Boy) They say careful what you ask for Cause when you get it, you know what you gon' tell 'em right? (We're baaa-aack) [Chorus One: Jeremih] What you say? I do this err'day, wh-what you say? I do this err'day Do this err day, do this err day, do this err day, do this err day What you say? I do this, wh-wh-what you say? I do this err'day Do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day, do this err'day [Interlude: Diddy] + (French Montana) (Jeremih) French Montana! (Hah... what they talkin 'bout, Puff?) They ain't talkin 'bout, nothin This the moment they feel ya, let's get back when I get there They've seen what it is, so look it down Bad Boy, Blood Line - get up, talk to 'em [Jeremih] I got tats all on my arm, racks on racks in the bank Forgiato and paint, Pepsi blue my paint All these girls be choosy, can't find a bitch who ain't Haters they are ballin' like fishes in a tank Stuntin' with my whole crew, hangin' out the window when we roll up You know when we come through, make it rain we don't give a fuck Bout what you say, I do this every day; don't buy bottles, buy by the case Seem like every night my birthday I can't help but get the cake [Chorus Two: Jeremih] Feel like I was born for ballin' out... Live it up and just for fallin' out... [Chorus One] [French Montana] MONTANA~! Tattoos on my neck, half a mill in my car Dream team I rap, just me and my dogs Stray cash in that haircut, sea bass, no lamb chops Met her at the bar, tryin' to get some head shots 62 that Maybach, fake jewels don't play that Take off like Blake Griff, money tall like A6 Never hit that red zone, baby I was airborne Hoppin' out that Ghost sippin' red dot with that red bone Trunk up in the back, drop the population And I'm never fakin' Jacks, you know I'm poppin' Aces I'mma ball, illuminati bank rolls Suicidal Orlan' doors until we tyin' tan hoes [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Diddy] Yeah, yeah, my mic sounds nice right now 1-2, ayo, pure Blood Line baby, check it out... I'm flyin' around and I'm gettin' it like 90 Thou in my denim Told a bitch I just met, write your problems down and I'll end 'em I'm creepin' on a billi, got these niggas buyin' largely Bout to take my LA crib and drop that bitch on Wall Street Peep my watch and hand game, like Peach Ciroc and Champagne You buyin' jets, I could buy the Jets, I ain't speakin' 'bout no damn planes This passion and pain fashion, matchin' my things catchin' Action from things mackin', then flashin' my rings captain Twin V's, entire, envy my attire Catalogue, but don't have the heart cause real kings build empires Everything that I said nigga was everything that you saw I did everything that I claim, you ain't like us cause we ball [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Outro: French Montana] + (Diddy) (Ayo, this the way it lives, this what it is) (You see it) I was born to ball, bitch! HAH~! (Bad Boy) If you ain't heard you live under a motherfuckin' rock (Coke Boyz) Montana (We baaa-aack~!) We was born to fly baby, still do the same thing nigga Shit sound like I just sold nigga Untouchable Empire, Bad Boy, Coke Boy Diddy what up? Ya heard?