NBA (Explicit)-Joe Budden/Lifa/French Montana

歌手 : Joe Budden / Lifa / French Montana

专辑 : NBA (feat. Wiz Khalifa and French Montana)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:05

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TXT NBA (Explicit)-Joe Budden/Lifa/French Montana 文本歌词

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

Cause B***h I'm ballin', B***h I'm ballin

I f**k her once, don't call her

My niggas gettin' that green, we in a different league

NBA, never broke again, never going broke again

Got so much money I got racks on racks on racks on racks on racks

Bitch so much money my s**t 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 w**d 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 w**d roll up

Niggas got their gang thrown' up

These niggas got their game, they got it from us

I'm with my gang and my niggas go nuts

You talkin' money, best believe I show up

And all the real niggas know us

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**k 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 nigga, Joey

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*****s 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