[Hook]
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Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin'
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Racked up, no wallet
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Keep a bad bitch in my team
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I should join the league
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NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
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NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
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Cause bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin
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I fuck her once, don't call her
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My niggas gettin' that green, we in a different league
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NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
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NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
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Got so much money I got racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
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Bitch so much money my shit stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks
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you see me smokin' and you know I got that pack, I got that sack
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I got that O, I hit the club I lose control
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I smoke that loud
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I know the grower, ball like the owner
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Hits this gym make things move slower
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I'm never sober, roll some weed or eyes gets lower
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I'm in my old school ride it sounds just like a new remoter
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They're wondering how I get these mills,
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And still live like a stoner, no other way
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I get a 100k from each promoter or more than that
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Hold up money, long it don't fall out,
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Let me get some gin pour up, got some fun weed roll up,
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Niggas got their gang thrown' up
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These niggas got their game, they got it from us
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I'm with my gang and my niggas go nuts
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You talkin' money best believe I show up
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And all the real niggas know us
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
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Talkin' money but walkin' funny, is it any reason ya'll starvin'
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I spell bull and by spelling force
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Do I really need to bag your part?
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And my jersey say James I don't play games,
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Like Bron when he in that Garden
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And, wait I said that all wrong,
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She don't need to rock when I put my hard in
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My new nickname is just watch
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Might not join might just watch
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New yacht master just a watch
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Doubten me I tell em just watch
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Them diamonds yellow them beams are red
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and them hands are tucked they dont show
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Plus them shooters with me got the green light
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So why the fuck you don't think they wont go?
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Hold up, your chick traded post game
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and no shame she felt your man
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She probably on Joe Johnson
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Cause I never be on that Elton Brand
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It's YSL, she's fly as hell
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Tell the come to go to my ride
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You cant blame hoes aint Peter Rose
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Now she a thorne in my side
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Grow up, P-R-P-S is over my Timbs
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Way shorty blew me at it was only right I showed her my bench
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Let my millions hit, when the fan hit
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Spend all these bills on liquor
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Fricken Jersey love is team
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Still we got the realest niggas Joey
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: French Montana]
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Keep a bad bitch on my team
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Got bout 5 ounce of that lean
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My chain blue-ray on that screen
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I spent two days countin that cream
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Got bout five acres on my doorway
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Your main bitch is my throw away
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Got bout eight whips they brainless
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My main bitch like shorty
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Got my top down her hair out
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Isolate and she clear out
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Fast break my bread straight
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One hand shake and I bail out
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Hit streets corner bitches callin tell em break friend
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Derrick Rose ballin bitch never goin broke again
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..my shades
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Clear ice they skate
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Lebron James on that break
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Real estate with that lake
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Shootin from half court got you by a long shot
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Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block
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[Hook]
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N.B.A. (Never Broke Again)
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Joe Budden |