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Rick Ross - Cant Be Broke Ft Yungeen Ace Y Major Nine Lyrics

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 bitch
I know for a fact I'ma get mines
You gotta like get that shit in blood
Or I'ma run up on your ass
'Cause boy, I'll never be a broke nigga, yeah
Put all that shit aside
Nigga, if I'm down on my, if I'm down on my dick, I won't ask you for shit
And I'ma get it on my own, believe that
'Cause

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (Can't be a broke nigga)
You know I always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, fuck 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 nigga (Can't be a broke nigga)
You know I'ma always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)
No, I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (No)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Pew, pew)

I'm a rapper, I got some niggas in the trap, though (Trap, though)
Cuttin' bricks up in the trap, the bitch'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 bitch, street nigga, he from Florida
Got four or five cars, know you niggas 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 shit
We gon' slide on your block broad day, with sticks (Skrrt)
Two 30 Glocks and they came with the dick
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)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga
You know I always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, fuck 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 nigga (No)
You know I'ma always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga, huh)
No, I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew, Maybach Music)

Niggas 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 nigga free, better go get it
You ain't killin', nigga, why your nose in it?
You ain't ridin', nigga, why you rode in it?
You know we do him dirty when the pole in it
I'm prayin' for my niggas and my soul in it
Feds know a nigga played a role in it
Everywhere we go, they stay patrollin' it (Uh)
Still got it on me, I'ma load, nigga (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)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga
You know I always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, fuck 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 nigga (No)
You know I'ma always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)
No, I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew)

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)
Fuck 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 dick on it
Like a bad kid, you better put a switch on it
He a freak, put on that loop, put a bitch on him
Got a compact Rolls, won't kick on me
And I'm always touchin' money, fuck a broke nigga
I'd rather hang with them hoes 'cause they be ho niggas
You won't see me in no pic 'cause I don't know niggas
MMG 'til they put me in the floor, nigga (Oh)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (Can't be a broke)
You know I always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, fuck 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 nigga (No)
You know I'ma always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)
No, I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew)