Derrick Rose

Bitch I’m balling like
Boi, Rose
Boi, Rose
Boi, Rose
Boi, Rose
All the girls say nigga number one
All the girls say nigga number one
So come and ball with me
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 bitch gon' blow the whistle
Hawk from Atlanta, a girl named Crystal
Fuck her all night and only fed the bitch 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 bullshit
It’s the M-A-R-V-O
Uno to these bitches
You niggas 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 fucking with money or else hear them drummers come
How you want it? Rat-tat-tatter or pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Fuck that chatter, how you shatter when I drop them dum-dums, huh
Supreme balling on these bitches yeah I stunts hard
In the game shooting like a nigga 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