Dead Broke Lyrics

I remember all them days I was dead broke

When I felt that shit first hand it ain't feel like a joke

The paper really my best friend and I can't let her go

Five second rule every time I hear it's on the floor

Look at yo fit and them kicks dawgy big bummy

He can't put 50 in the Glock you a drum dummy

Fuck her good she keep telling me get out her tummy

Know some slimes that'll wipe yo nose when it's runny

Crunching everyday you get paid biweekly

This Nigga thirsty as a bitch pass him the Fiji

Used to dub me back then now she wanna tease me

Spread the dog shit out broke boys getting queasy

You ain't tryna get no bread need my Sara Lee

Caught her looking at my chain got her like sheesh

Asked me can she eat the dick up I said oui oui

Boy I'm damn near a year sober really miss the weed

I'm a entrepreneur just listen to my pitch

Niggas ain't lilo they can't ever keep it stitch

I won't let up With the bars till I'm fucking rich

In love with Money making they comparing me to Mitch

Boy I'm steady getting green feel like I'm the grinch

Call em Mr Krabs all he do is penny pinch

Keep the tooly everywhere I ain't got a wrench

Call my shit the new wave it's gone get em drenched

I'm always outside I ain't really hard to find

At the same I'm ducked off on my grind

Life precious make sure you value yo time

If I could I would go back and hit rewind

I remember all them days I was dead broke

When I felt that shit first hand it ain't feel like a joke

The paper really my best friend and I can't let her go

Five second rule every time I hear it's on the floor

I had my hoes on a list I'm like you gotta wait

We kicking it she like is this considered a date

Treating girly like a car what's yo model and yo make

Hit her with the Ricky Bobby told her watch this shake and bake

Thought I came with the right naw I am a lefty

A Mcqueens dawg I don't want no giseppi's

Gotta pop my shit like a Nigga was confetti

Made her take some shots goddamn where's steady

I'm bout to beat the dj ass he keep skipping songs

Know you head bobbing might as well sing a long

Even when I'm right they gone tell me that I'm wrong

I'm just living life how I want until it's gone

Hustle in my blood couldn't stop if I tried

Lost my damn mind the day that my lil brotha died

Got a main bitch fr I don't really need a side

If she bring that roll to me I might let her join the tide

Bitch getting, pack flipping, and I'm mag gripping

Embrace my stereotype because I love the chicken

Get in yo bag and out yo feelings come see what you missing

You wanna live lavish you gotta get up and get it

I remember all them days I was dead broke

When I felt that shit first hand it ain't feel like a joke

The paper really my best friend and I can't let her go

Five second rule every time I hear it's on the floor