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[Repeat: x2]Its David Banner yallAnd its Nitty yallChamillionaire yallAnd we go a little something like thisHave you ever rolled in a Rolls RoyceIf you want to girl take your clothes offOn that Rick Flair money everywhereFrom the South dog, kush in the airJ's on number four, coming down clean, only with hoesCardiers on, or them new Saces, 50 stacks cash, yeah Nitty got meBig cars, big rims, Southside wearin' lil' TimbsI 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'sRubber-band stacks I guess its all for freeWe can spend money like its falling from a treeLeave it all behind and come and ball with meYeah them big stacks we can bring 'em outPoppin' rubber-bands know what I'm talkin' boutYeah them big stacks we can bring 'em outPoppin' rubber-bands know what I'm talkin' boutLetras de canciones50 thousand up, 50 thousand downMoney in the air, money on the groundSee it layin' 'round, while them haters frownWhere the money go, gotta ghost and lay it downEuropean broads, take 'em over seasMoney on the bed, layin' over G'sKeep the Dessert E, I've been known to squeezeTurn 'em round and be poppin' like its soda I am so fresh, nobody flierNeed a breathe of a air, I am LuciferOpen the garage, you ain't messin' with meTwo SS's like the word Mississippi[Chorus]'68 Chevy, what they like dogAll grown men, watch the screens fallNow and laters in my paintThrow a deuce up, like I'm with the SaintsHit the block beatin', know you hear it dogFour 15's about to knock my damn tag offThem to the mall, watch I'm 'bout to ballI'ma shut it down, cause I'ma buy it allDJ brings your girls and I can bring my G'sRubber-band stacks I guess its all on meMakin' money easy, yall make it hardCall Cole He tell him put it on the black card[Chorus]Whats up, yeahYou know what it isPlay-maker SRCBig face lets go, yeahCome and ball with meCome and ball with me From Letras Mania