O.G.B - NBA Lyrics

All of this money keep calling don't know what to do
Cuz my circle it's been a lil messed up
Praying we make it and provide for all of the people
Who looked out for us we ain't luck up
Slatt making ms on that wood
He gone shoot till he can't
If you try him you bound to get dunked on
AE what it do with the slicks on
NR inna coupe with the
Sign on that check make sure it's guaranteed
We know our plays ain't paying referees
Hunnits and hunnits and hunnits and hunnits
I'm talking bout millions I'll never fatigue
Stay in that corner I'm ready to shoot
Pick then I pop then I'm letting it fly
12 on the team but half of us getting it done
It's only bout eight in that pie
I'm so God damn blessed
50 thousand stuck up in the stands
Another 50 thousand on the neck
Another 50 thousand on the pants
Another 50 thousand for the watch
Another 50 thousand for the Benz
Another 50 thousand for your momma
Another 50 thousand for your mans
This the life of the NBA
This the life of a shooting star
Some lose hard work on your play
And forget you're still one of us
Some days ya good
Some days ya bad
Some days ya lit
Some days ya sad
Some days ya miss
Your mom and dad
Some days you miss cuz people ask
Alot
His back on that block I ain't talking bout street
He never back down from streaks and freaks
And if you around he studied ya weakness
It's not a town that we do not fly
Thinking about points and boards in that sky
And thinking bout Kobe and wondering why
I'm just wondering why
Now he getting cars knowing that it's cold
Outside for his little bros
But it's not right living on the road
Battling guards wishing that they move away
Every season really cold
Every season in the snow
I'm sorry I'm playing this way
Cuz we need them hunnits and hunnits and hunnits fasho