Millionaire babies that's what you are
Driving around town in your fancy cars
When people are hungry and live without homes
You cry and complain despite what you own
Millions and millions is what you all make
But you want much more; it's yours for the take
But those of us working 8 hours each day
We do not care; it's just a game that you play
Millionaire babies be thankful you have
All of those millions; you shouldn't be mad
Do what we do; work hard every day
For little or nothing; that's what we get paid
We do not feel sorry; go get a real job
You're nothing but whiners; you spoiled rich slobs
You make in a year; my life I won't make
Millionaire babies; of the league NBA
