Yung Berg - Derrick Rose lyrics

[Hook] x3 b**h I'm balling like Boi, Rose Boi, Rose Boi, Rose Boi, Rose All the girls say n***a number one All the girls say n***a number one So come and ball with me [Verse 1: Yung Berg] First quarter feeling like I'm about to drop fifty Park the (?) and the drop top Bentley Tiger Woods pimping Charlie Sheen living Body like a goddess skinny dip with 3 women Crossover hoes then I work it in the middle Put that D on her make shorty double dribble Now everybody want a slice out of my pie, Kimbo I'm number one from the Chi, you ain't get the memo? I am in the coupe, me and like 3 hoes And they are all on point, D-Rose Yeah, my swag so official We don't need no referee Cause your b**h gon' blow the whistle Hawk from Atlanta, a girl named Crystal f** her all night and only fed the b**h crystals Take them to the crib like B.E.T. that's how I'm living Then act like I don't know her No bullsh** [Hook]x3 [Verse 2: Marvo] It's the M-A-R-V-O Uno to these b**hes You n***as ain't ballin You just sellin' tickets Undefeated on the road, competition sorry Signal to my shooters they get open like Ferraris Couple games in that's a whole lump of sums Don't be f**ing with money or else hear them drummers come How you want it? Rat-tat-tatter or pa-rum-pum-pum-pum f** that chatter, how you shatter when I drop them dum-dums, huh Supreme balling on these b**hes yeah I stunts hard In the game shooting like a n***a with a gun card Raise a sharp line with the number one guard 23's on my feet, pocket full of Trump cards Get your girlfriend, think she off the liquor Shawty playing offense, she gon' be the sticker Full court pressure game on her then I strip her Take her to the hole, fadeaway I nail the picture [Hook]x3