Artist: Joe Budden f/ Dion Primo, French Montana, Wiz Khalifa
Album:  No Love Lost
Song:   N.B.A. (Never Broke Again)
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Chorus: Dion Primo]
Bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm ballin (yeah) racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch on my team (team) I should join the league
N.B.A. - never broke again, never goin broke again
N.B.A. - never broke again, never goin broke again (uh, yeah)
Cause bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm ballin, I fuck her once, don't call her (nope)
My niggaz gettin that green (green) we in a different league
N.B.A. - never broke again, never goin broke again
N.B.A. - never broke again, never goin broke again

[Wiz Khalifa]
Tahahaha, uhh, uhh
Got so much money I got racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Bitch so much money my shit 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 (grower)
Ball like the owner, hit this gin make things move slower (slower)
I'm never sober, roll some weed, our eyes get lower (lower)
I'm in my old school, ride it sound just like a newer motor (motor)
They're wonderin how I get these mil's and still live like a stoner (stoner)
No other way, I get 100 K from each promoter (moter)
Or more than that, hold up
Money, long it, don't, fold up; let me, get some, gin, po' up
Got some, bomb, weed, roll up; niggaz, got their, gang, thrown up (thrown up)
These niggaz got their game, they got it from us (from us)
I'm with my gang, and my niggaz go nuts (go nuts)
You talkin money, best believe I show up (show up)
And all the real niggaz know us (know us)
Oh, oh, oh, tahahaha, uhh

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Talkin money but walkin funny, is it any reason why y'all starvin?
I smell bull and by spell enforce, and do I really need to beg yo' pardon?
My jersey say +James+, I don't play games like 'Bron when he in that Garden
Now wait I said that all wrong, she don't need to +Rock-it+ 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 hammers tucked, they don't show
Plus them shooters with me got the green light, so why the fuck you think they won't go?
Hold up, yo' chick traded post-game, and it's no shame, she felt ya man
She probably on Joe +Johnson+, cause I don't ever be in that Elton +Brand+
It's YSL, she fly as hell, tell her come get gone in my ride
You can't blame hoes, can't be D. Rose, now she a thorn in my side
Grow up (grow up) P-R-P-S is over my Timbs
Way shorty blew me out it was only right I showed her my bench
Let my mans hit, when the fan hit we spendin all these bills on liquor
Figured Jersey lost its team but still we got the realest nigga - Joey

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[French Montana]
Montana! Joe! Hahhh
Keep a bad bitch on my team (team) got 'bout five ounce of that lean (lean)
My chain Blu-ray on that screen (screen) I spent two days countin that cream (cream)
Got 'bout five acres at my doorway (doorway) yo' main bitch my throwaway
Got 'bout eight whips, they brainless, my main bitch like shorty
Got my top down, her hair out (hair out) isolation and clear out (clear out)
Fast break, my bread straight, one hand shake and I bail out (bail out!)
Hit the streets, tourin, bitches, call her, tell her, bring a friend
Derrick Rose, baller bitch, never, goin, broke again
Dulce fades on my shades (shades) clear ice they skate (skate)
LeBron James on that break (break) real estate with that lake
Shootin from half court, got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block

[Chorus]