David Banner - Ball With Me lyrics

[Repeat: x2] Its David Banner yall And its Nitty yall Chamillionaire yall And we go a little something like this Have you ever rolled in a Rolls Royce If you want to girl take your clothes off On that Rick Flair money everywhere From the South dog, kush in the air J's on number four, coming down clean, only with hoes Cardiers on, or them new Saces, 50 stacks cash, yeah Nitty got me Big cars, big rims, Southside wearin' lil' Timbs I don't spit bars I buy cars, Still in the hood I don't hang with stars [Chorus] DJ brings your girls and I can bring my G's Rubber-band stacks I guess its all for free We can spend money like its falling from a tree Leave it all behind and come and ball with me Yeah them big stacks we can bring 'em out Poppin' rubber-bands know what I'm talkin' bout Yeah them big stacks we can bring 'em out Poppin' rubber-bands know what I'm talkin' bout 50 thousand up, 50 thousand down Money in the air, money on the ground See it layin' 'round, while them haters frown Where the money go, gotta ghost and lay it down European broads, take 'em over seas Money on the bed, layin' over G's Keep the Dessert E, I've been known to squeeze Turn 'em round and be poppin' like its soda I am so fresh, nobody flier Need a breathe of a air, I am Lucifer Open the garage, you ain't messin' with me Two SS's like the word Mississippi [Chorus] '68 Chevy, what they like dog All grown men, watch the screens fall Now and laters in my paint Throw a deuce up, like I'm with the Saints Hit the block beatin', know you hear it dog Four 15's about to knock my damn tag off Them to the mall, watch I'm 'bout to ball I'ma shut it down, cause I'ma buy it all DJ brings your girls and I can bring my G's Rubber-band stacks I guess its all on me Makin' money easy, yall make it hard Call Cole He tell him put it on the black card [Chorus] Whats up, yeah You know what it is Play-maker SRC Big face lets go, yeah Come and ball with me Come and ball with me