Lyricist : William Leonard Roberts II/Johnny Shipes/Keyanta Bullard/Chad Thomas
Composer : William Leonard Roberts II/Johnny Shipes/Keyanta Bullard/Chad Thomas
Yungeen Ace:
I don't know, like me, I'm a, I'm a different
Like I ain't finna sit 'round and be broker than a b!tch
I know for a fact I'ma get mines
You gotta like get that sh!t in blood
Or I'ma run up on your ass
'Cause boy, I'll never be a broke n!gga, yeah
Put all that sh!t aside
N!gga, if I'm down on my, if I'm down on my d!ck, I won't ask you for sh!t
And I'ma get it on my own, believe that
'Cause
Yungeen Ace:
You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke n!gga (Can't be a broke n!gga)
You know I always keep it real, fxck a ho n!gga (Fxck a ho n!gga)
And I don't need your love, fxck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew, pew)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke n!gga (Can't be a broke n!gga)
You know I'ma always keep it real, fxck a ho n!gga (Fxck a ho n!gga)
No, I don't need your love, fxck your feelings (No)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Pew, pew)
Yungeen Ace:
I'm a rapper, I got some n!ggas in the trap, though (Trap, though)
Cuttin' bricks up in the trap, the b!tch'll never close (It'll never close)
What you know about cookin' on the stove? Ayy (Stove)
Fiends come knockin' on the door, ayy
Feds outside, flush it all down the toilet (Flush it all down the toilet)
Gettin' money on this b!tch, street n!gga, he from Florida
Got four or five cars, know you n!ggas can't afford it (Uh-huh)
Up the pole to his face, if I want it, I extort it, ayy (Beat it)
Who you with? ATK with the sh!t
We gon' slide on your block broad day, with sticks (Skrrt)
Two 30 Glocks and they came with the d!ck
It's a loud stutter sound when the K get to spittin' (Grrah)
All I wanna do is get money (All I wanna do is get money)
Don't wanna go back to when I was bummy
Big racks, I got blue money (Money)
You know I got it out the mud, Jumanji (Jumanji)
Yungeen Ace & Rick Ross:
You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke n!gga
You know I always keep it real, fxck a ho n!gga (Fxck a ho n!gga)
And I don't need your love, fxck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pop)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke n!gga (No)
You know I'ma always keep it real, fxck a ho n!gga (Fxck a ho n!gga, huh)
No, I don't need your love, fxck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew, Maybach Music)
Rick Ross:
N!ggas know I'm strapped, they can tell how I walk with it (Walk with it)
I'ma do you dirty if my dawg meant it (Dawg meant it)
Got short money and a tall sentence (Uh)
Beef so old, got mold in it
Young n!gga free, better go get it
You ain't killin', n!gga, why your nose in it?
You ain't ridin', n!gga, why you rode in it?
You know we do him dirty when the pole in it
I'm prayin' for my n!ggas and my soul in it
Feds know a n!gga played a role in it
Everywhere we go, they stay patrollin' it (Uh)
Still got it on me, I'ma load, n!gga (Grr)
Kilo on the stove like it's pot roast
Diamonds on my dawgs and my capos (Uh)
Always stand tall but the top fold (Huh)
And the next one I get, I pray it cost more (Maybach Music)
Yungeen Ace:
You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke n!gga
You know I always keep it real, fxck a ho n!gga (Fxck a ho n!gga)
And I don't need your love, fxck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pop)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke n!gga (No)
You know I'ma always keep it real, fxck a ho n!gga (Fxck a ho n!gga)
No, I don't need your love, fxck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew)
Major Nine:
Uh, okay, light way
Let me hit the lights, do this the right way
Wrong time but we hit him in the right place
Yeah, it's gon' be a light day (Uh)
Fxck a hat, we ain't stoppin' at no four-way, no way
In this whip with 'bout four Ks
Big dreams make 'em distinct
I gotta kill 'cause my family gon' miss me
I went to college but I made hood history (Yeah)
My dawg duckin', say you gotta put a d!ck on it
Like a bad kid, you better put a switch on it
He a freak, put on that loop, put a b!tch on him
Got a compact Rolls, won't kick on me
And I'm always touchin' money, fxck a broke n!gga
I'd rather hang with them hoes 'cause they be ho n!ggas
You won't see me in no pic 'cause I don't know n!ggas
MMG 'til they put me in the floor, n!gga (Oh)
Yungeen Ace:
You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke n!gga (Can't be a broke)
You know I always keep it real, fxck a ho n!gga (Fxck a ho n!gga)
And I don't need your love, fxck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pop)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke n!gga (No)
You know I'ma always keep it real, fxck a ho n!gga (Fxck a ho n!gga)
No, I don't need your love, fxck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew)
