Brokeass
I don't do it for the dolla, dolla, but I could use a lot of em
Model father but ain't got a lotta guap for him
Honestly I'd die for him, never thought dis love was possible
But I'm a dad and I'm a mom for him, yeah we left her at the hospital
Woulda left her at the alter if I woulda kept the engagement
Stupid bitch behavin like a kid who you ain't raisin
Never been a woman hater, ma mom she always been my rock
She always there to pick me up when I fall and cheer when I'm on it
I never been a pessimist, jus gettin shit off my chest and when
I blow up and make a millie I'm fuckin bringin all my besties wit
So hop up on da Nasty train, if you suffer but don ask for pain
If ya ain't give a shit about a dolla but gotta work you ascertain
Sick of all dis nine to five shit, just wanna be famous
Slow down Bugs, it ain't a race, gotta be patient
If you broke like me, stand up, and claim it
Throw your drink up in the air, and sang it
Broke people to the left
Broke people to the right
All my homies live it up
Cuz we all broken inside
Open up another one
Toast it up and throw it back
And if you got dat brokeass attitude
Ain't no goin back
Parents never taught me how to manage money
College never taught me how to make it
Streets dat I grew up on were full of square bitches
Better smile and say you okay, even If you gotta fake it
I am the coolest thing to come out my town since winter
98 storm, knocked da power grid out
Killed ten women, twelve men and three children
Even got a kitten, rest in peace Mittens
Rest in peace to honesty, integrity and realness
In a world full of fantasy and fakeness I'm da real shit
Deal wit it, I'm gonna steal some shit
Hearts and money, you gonna feel dis shit
Real mothufuckas to the left, fine asses to the right
Runnin up da tab but we gon dine and dash tonight
Always be a brokeass, even when I'm filthy rich
Hustlers move in silence, quiet, I'm killin it
Broke people to the left
Broke people to the right
All my homies live it up
Cuz we all broken inside
Open up another one
Toast it up and throw it back
And if you got dat brokeass attitude
Ain't no goin back
Model father but ain't got a lotta guap for him
Honestly I'd die for him, never thought dis love was possible
But I'm a dad and I'm a mom for him, yeah we left her at the hospital
Woulda left her at the alter if I woulda kept the engagement
Stupid bitch behavin like a kid who you ain't raisin
Never been a woman hater, ma mom she always been my rock
She always there to pick me up when I fall and cheer when I'm on it
I never been a pessimist, jus gettin shit off my chest and when
I blow up and make a millie I'm fuckin bringin all my besties wit
So hop up on da Nasty train, if you suffer but don ask for pain
If ya ain't give a shit about a dolla but gotta work you ascertain
Sick of all dis nine to five shit, just wanna be famous
Slow down Bugs, it ain't a race, gotta be patient
If you broke like me, stand up, and claim it
Throw your drink up in the air, and sang it
Broke people to the left
Broke people to the right
All my homies live it up
Cuz we all broken inside
Open up another one
Toast it up and throw it back
And if you got dat brokeass attitude
Ain't no goin back
Parents never taught me how to manage money
College never taught me how to make it
Streets dat I grew up on were full of square bitches
Better smile and say you okay, even If you gotta fake it
I am the coolest thing to come out my town since winter
98 storm, knocked da power grid out
Killed ten women, twelve men and three children
Even got a kitten, rest in peace Mittens
Rest in peace to honesty, integrity and realness
In a world full of fantasy and fakeness I'm da real shit
Deal wit it, I'm gonna steal some shit
Hearts and money, you gonna feel dis shit
Real mothufuckas to the left, fine asses to the right
Runnin up da tab but we gon dine and dash tonight
Always be a brokeass, even when I'm filthy rich
Hustlers move in silence, quiet, I'm killin it
Broke people to the left
Broke people to the right
All my homies live it up
Cuz we all broken inside
Open up another one
Toast it up and throw it back
And if you got dat brokeass attitude
Ain't no goin back
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Writer(s): Chad Allen
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