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broke - mrg (@mrg) lyrics

a lot of y’all be flexing for the camera
i just keep it 100…

don’t hit me for the club nah i ain’t finna go
don’t take me to the strip club, i ain’t finna throw
no money in the air you won’t see it hit the floor
‘cause i ain’t got no dough
my n*gga i’m broke

yo, yo

i’m trynna make this money stack
but i can’t with sallie mae
owe that b*tch like twenty racks
dog i hope she pass away
being broke is temporary
promise we gon’ grab the cake
road to richеs, with my n*ggas
help each other navigatе
look why would i buy a gucci belt
how does it do me help?
i take my pants off, when i make the coochie melt
i be going dumb girl, i act like a fool with it
we ain’t going out again ‘till you accept this uber split look
i’m budgeting, don’t ask me to pick the dinner spot
‘cause we might go to popeyes and split the 5 dollar chicken box
a lot of grown men still worry about what kicks to cop
don’t be stressing what you dressed in
let’s talk investments han
‘cause if money talks * nah we ain’t hearing ‘em
saved a couple racks and then i threw some in ethereum, look
i’m talking crypto, i had to cop some ripple
there’s still way too much bread for me to get so…
don’t hit me for the club nah i ain’t finna go
don’t take me to the strip club, i ain’t finna throw
no money in the air you won’t see it hit the floor
‘cause i ain’t got no dough
my n*gga i’m broke

they singing it’s the land of the free and it’s the home of the brave
when it’s the * land of the rich and it’s the home of the slaves
i mean, why do it feel like that we all still in chains
that’s word * to, to your wrist and dog your new pair of jays
i’m saying jordan he made money when we went to prison
and i still wanted to be him, d*mn yo i was tripping
i was blinded by the lies we live in
yo i’m such a hypocrite
‘cause i just left the store a week ago with the olympic 6
d*mn yo and them sh*ts was deadstock
coño n*gga how the h*ll did i just let my bread rot?
on a asset that depreciates, let me put you on some game
that’s the same exact reason i don’t plan to buy a chain
you don’t need to freeze your neck, to confirm that you a king
young n*gga do your thing, young n*gga do your thing
let’s eliminate the fake, we gon’ see who still remain
it’ll be me and my clique, i’m just saying look…
don’t hit me for the club nah i ain’t finna go
don’t take me to the strip club, i ain’t finna throw
no money in the air you won’t see it hit the floor
‘cause i ain’t got no dough
my n*gga i’m broke

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