Lyrics NBA Ballers - DJ D-Nyce, Lil Phat

NBA Ballers

My dick sweet like a butter cookie, make em say sookie sookie
How ya gon be broke with a million dolla nookie
I heard a pussy nigga say I ain’t a mack and ain’t a stud
Notha nigga said I neva sold no drugs
White bitch said my dick wasn’t’t cattalackin
But it ain’t addin up like jeezy 50 subtracted
I take 70 grand and drop that shit, hit with a ??
lock that shit
Put it on tha corner, hot like a sauna, sowin up the pockets bitch
Platinum pieces pinky ring, 90 carets in tha chain
Bitch keep callin me, it’s a platinum dick thang
Big rang, bill ball CEO, shot call
Fuck me?
fuck ya’ll, ya money short mine long
Girl bend ova let em see that thea
I’m standin up in em, ya’ll givin a dam
I like cheese and the bread yes mam
Give me the bacon bitch you can get the ham
I say my moneys gettin taller, taller than a baller
Yo girlfriend, I want her I’m gonna call her
Them niggas hatin but they know we tote sprayers
Rap stones, work bricks, NBA players
I say my moneys gettin taller, taller than a baller
Yo girlfriend, I want her I’m gonna call her
Them niggas hatin but they know we tote sprayers
Rap stones, work bricks, NBA players
My shoulder hurt, my shoulder hurt
50 cash in my Louie bag, it’s not a purse
What the fuck you niggas smokin on, it’s not purp
Put it in the ash tray, it’s makin my head hurt
My phone ringin, it’s one of you niggas wifeys
Lay down, be quiet, they first ??
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on my daddy trail, they say he got work
The only thang he profit in is a youngin verse
Cd’s, cars, hoes strippin like shakers
NBA players, we shoot em like the Lakers
You want that gangsta music, then meet me buy the sto'
Life of a youngsta, (hol' on) pull on side tha road
Trill niggas, thick hoes, put em down they throat
The only time it comes out it ain’t hard no mo'
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mention mine, like where yo stacks
Get a phone call home, you gon' need Shaq
I say my moneys gettin taller, taller than a baller
Yo girlfriend, I want her I’m gonna call her
Them niggas hatin but they know we tote sprayers
Rap stones, work bricks, NBA players
I say my moneys gettin taller, taller than a baller
Yo girlfriend, I want her I’m gonna call her
Them niggas hatin but they know we tote sprayers
Rap stones, work bricks, NBA players
Catch me ducked out chillin in a straight suite
Don’t mean to hurt ya feelins, but ya bitch a straight freak
«webbie how you made them millions and you stayed street?»
I make the money ion let the money make me
Straight G, white silk Tee and a glock on
Fresh cut, $ 150, 000 watch on
Straight grind, niggas slangin rhymes like 8 balls
Trill fam, I’m the point guard and this tha playoffs
Say ya’ll, hatin ass niggas betta lay off
Watch where you stick ya nose, nigga blow ya dam face off
I promise you niggas that ya’ll ain’t what I’m bout
So I’m… tellin you bitches keep my name out yo mouth
Pound of… kush in my closet, half a mil in my couch
The realist nigga in the world and bitch I’m straight out tha south
Thugged out my mama ain’t made no hoe
And my money don’t fold no mo'
I say my moneys gettin taller, taller than a baller
Yo girlfriend, I want her I’m gonna call her
Them niggas hatin but they know we tote sprayers
Rap stones, work bricks, NBA players
I say my moneys gettin taller, taller than a baller
Yo girlfriend, I want her I’m gonna call her
Them niggas hatin but they know we tote sprayers
Rap stones, work bricks, NBA players