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[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but they fake
This for them who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that really be up out the ra-a-ain
I married that you know that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money,
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke
I do the in the winter, young nigga fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I me another one
we do it, do it better
No, I'm not no letter
NBA new
These ain't shit, wanna suck on my dick
Right she fucked my nigga
She her voice when I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I think I'm losing my stamina
I that I need me a challenger
Back at it again, me and twins
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she but I know that she fake
Lil' ain't told me no capping her

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really they
This for them niggas that's thinkin' that they thuggin', but the ain't
This for them niggas that be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that you know that she wit it
I call her my
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they on me
run up that money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Quando
Too many bands in my bank
A lot of hunnits, a large amount
Got a brick of dope, put that shit on the boat
When it come to the money, we runnin' out
No money buried in Federal
Niggas hate but they ain't on my though
I swear they nowhere compatible
Smokin' and sippin' on medical
I'm really a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a
Pull up to the in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", these niggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my and got in the bag, 30 racks in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', love them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess that's why they
I be drippin', these brand new Balenci's
My made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like that but I like the Fendi
It's a in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny
These chains my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to take it, get hit with a semi
I want the money, I designer
I want that bitch she look finer
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix Chanel with Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I can't him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not lost in the sauce, I be grindin'
down Rollie, perfect timing

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they
This for them niggas who think that thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why hatin' on me
run up that money, I still be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!