Broke

Mo' money, mo'-mo' money.
Mo' money, mo' problem, baby.

If I was flipping burgers on the night shift, would you choose me?
Would you let me take you home if I drove a hooptie?
Cause every time I see you, I be screamin'"Hallelujah".
But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya.

I'm still gonna get stoned.
So you could go ahead and break your bones.
Cause all I've ever been told:
"Mo' money, mo' problems, so I'd rather be broke".

And all my people say: whoo!
And all my people say: whoo!
Mo' money, mo' problems!
So I'd rather be broke!

You just want one thing.
My love ain't enough.
I was so busy tryna make this shit last that I didn't notice she was kissing my cash.
Cause every time I see you, I be screamin'"Hallelujah".
But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya.

I'm still gonna get stoned.
So you could go ahead and break your bones.
Cause all I've ever been told:
"Mo' money, mo' problems, so I'd rather be broke"

And all my people say: whoo!
And all my people say: whoo!
Mo' money, mo' problems!
So I'd rather be broke!

Whatcha gonna do when you're out of favors?
Are you gonna chase this paper?
Whatcha gonna do when the good Lord age ya?
Are you gonna chase this paper?

Cause all I've ever been told:
Mo' money, mo' problems!
So I'd rather be broke!

Mo' money, mo'-mo' money.
Mo' money, mo' problems, baby!
Mo' money, mo'-mo' money.
Mo' money, mo' problem, baby!



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green
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