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(*##$ I'm ballin', (*##$ I'm ballin'
Racked up, no wallet

Keep a bad (*##$ 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 (*##$ I'm ballin', (*##$ I'm ballin
I $#&@ her once, don't call her

My ^!$$%s 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

(*##$ so much money my %#@! 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
Hits this gym make things move slower

I'm never sober, roll some weed or eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school ride it sounds just like a new remoter
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 fall out,

Let me get some gin pour up, got some fun weed roll up,
^!$$%s got their gang thrown' up
These ^!$$%s got their game, they got it from us

I'm with my gang and my ^!$$%s go nuts
You talkin' money best believe I show up
And all the real ^!$$%s know us


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[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Talkin' money but walkin' funny, is it any reason ya'll starvin'
I spell bull and by spelling force

Do I really need to bag your part?
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
Doubten me I tell em just watch

Them diamonds yellow them beams are red
And them hands are tucked they dont show
Plus them shooters with me got the green light

So why the $#&@ 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 thorne 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 millions hit, when the fan hit

Spend all these bills on liquor
Fricken Jersey love is team
Still we got the realest ^!$$%s Joey


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[Verse 3: French Montana]
Keep a bad (*##$ on my team
Got bout 5 ounce of that lean

My chain blue-ray on that screen
I spent two days countin that cream
Got bout five acres on my doorway

Your main (*##$ is my throw away
Got bout eight whips they brainless
My main (*##$ like shorty
Got my top down her hair out
Isolate and she clear out

Fast break my bread straight
One hand shake and I bail out
Hit streets corner (*##$es callin tell em break friend
Derrick Rose ballin (*##$ never goin broke again
..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 ^!$$% from the Bronx block


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