歌词：
David Ball For You

for sale sign Laid my money down and walked out the door Wondering what a pickup man wants a convertible for For you blue eyes five foot two For you

Hey yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous You know this shit is fucking ridiculous Cars for the misses and furs for the mistress You

the buildin Try to turn it on you get offed in this buildin Higher than a muh, gettin lost in the feelin Motherfuck the law, I got a ball for the chil

Verse 1] Hey, bring it on baby, all your friends You're the shit and I love that body You wanna ball, lets mix it, I swear you're good, I wont tell nobody You

you so damn lame Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle? How you gon' pimp if you got no game? How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle?

bags And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left We ain't from the same hoods, but it

been messin' up my corner And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off Hey fool you ready for another beating You should have never

don't look right And that don't sound right I swear you can get a full clip not a sound bit SU-WU gang and if you ain't with it then you in the food chain

the FUCK is you doin? You done enough it's not enough, act two I'm runnin up it's not a bluff, I'm bout to crack you Nonchalant, idiot savant no comp