French Montana - N.B.A (Never Broke Again) lyrics

[Hook] b**h I'm ballin', b**h I'm ballin', racked up, no wallet Keep a bad b**h in my team, I should join the league NBA, never broke again, never going broke again NBA, never broke again, never going broke again Cause b**h I'm ballin', b**h I'm ballin I f** her once, don't call her My n***as gettin' that green, we in a different league NBA, never broke again, never going broke again NBA, never broke again, never going broke again [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Got so much money I got racks on racks on racks on racks on racks b**h so much money my sh** stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks You see me smokin' and you know I got that pack, I got that sack I got that O, I hit the club I lose control I smoke that loud, I know the grower Ball like the owner Hit this gin make things move slower I'm never sober Roll some weed our eyes gets lower I'm in my old school Ride it sound just like a newer motor They're wondering how I get these mills and still live like a stoner No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter Or more than that, hold up Money long it don't fold up Let me get some gin pour up Got some bomb weed roll up n***as got their gang thrown' up These n***as got their game, they got it from us I'm with my gang and my n***as go nuts You talkin' money, best believe I show up And all the real n***as know us [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Talkin' money but walkin' funny Is it any reason why ya'll starvin' I spell boredom by spelling foursome Do I really need to beg your pardon? And my jersey say James I don't play games Like Bron when he in that Garden And, wait I said that all wrong She don't need to rock when I put my hard in My new nickname is just watch Might not join might just watch New yacht master just a watch Doubtin' me I tell em just watch Them diamonds yellow them beams are red And them hands are tucked they don't show Plus them shooters with me got the green light So why the f** you don't think they won't go? Hold up, your chick traded post game And no shame she felt your man She probably on Joe Johnson Cause I never be on that Elton Brand It's YSL, she's fly as hell Tell the come to go to my ride You can't blame hoes ain't Peter Rose Now she a thorn in my side, grow up P-R-P-S is over my Timbs Way shorty blew me at it was only right I showed her my bench Let my mans hit, when the fan hit Spend all these bills on liquor Figured Jersey lost its team Still we got the realest n***a, Joey [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] Keep a bad b**h on my team Got bout 5 ounce of that lean My chain Blu-ray on that screen I spent two days countin that cream Got bout five acres on my doorway Your main b**h is my throw away Got bout eight whips, they brainless My main b**h like shorty Got my top down, her hair out Isolation and she clear out Fast break, my bread straight One hand shake and I bail out Hit streets corner b**hes calling tell em bring a friend Derrick Rose ballin b**h never goin broke again Deuce beats my shades Clear ice they skate LeBron James on that break Real estate with that lake Shootin from half court got you by a long shot Montana, that n***a from the Bronx block [Hook]