Cant Go Broke (Remix)

Look

I don't think it's possible, bro, I can't go broke

I like to stay up out the mix, I don't want no smoke

I paid it off with all cash, I don't want no note

You really good at everything but head, I don't want your throat

I don't want that s**t

Matter fact, I want your friend, I'm allowed to switch

Really tired of bein' in the stu, bro, I'm 'bout to quit

Somebody call my A&R now, tell him get me outta here 'cause I'm 'bout to flip

Bad bitches in the B&B, I'm okay with that

Niggas hear your song and turn it off, we don't play it back

I'm waitin' on my money, why you playin'? Just pay it back

And, no, we not together, why the f**k you keep sayin' that?

30 Crown Street, bro, I know where you stayin' at

You shot the wrong person, who the f**k was you aimin' at?

I'm talkin' to a label, what's the name? I ain't sayin' that

A Zeddy feature 'bout a hundred dollars, who payin' that?

She gon' take a Plan B 'cause she don't wanna have no baby yet

I'm tryna figure out when I'm gon' move, I ain't ready yet

You don't got a big back, I would say that you heavyset

I'm a playmaker, I be passin' like Jerry West

I was playin' checkers when I started, I'm playin' chess

Zay a crash out, promise you he ain't scared of death

Bitches want they name inside a song, that's a super stretch

Yeah, I'm not doin' that, so please stop a skin' me

All hoes in the B&B, it's just me and Zeddy

I left the b***h, she made me late 'cause she was gettin' ready

Chop keep shakin', bro, you gotta keep it steady

Tell gang to give me all your heats 'cause they don't never check me

This our third fifth of Julio, we need another bottle

If it ain't 'bout me or the guys, then it is not my problem

How you tough and got a gun, but you a b***h without it?

Me and my cup just threw the ones, bro, the Trish be boxin'

I was fightin' with my cup and I lost

Oh, you wanna be turnt as us? That s**t cost

AR in my pants, so it's kinda funny when I walk

I don't even need my chain, bitches on me when it's off

I just made ten thousand, I ain't left my room yet

Another twenty, that's a dub, nigga, we ain't lose yet

Huh, cussing this b***h out, I be havin' rude sex

I got brand-new sticks at the crib that I ain't even use yet

I don't think it's possible, bro, I can't go broke

I like to stay up out the mix, I don't want no smoke

I paid it off with all cash, I don't want no note

You really good at everything but head, I don't want your throat

I don't want that s**t

Matter fact, I want your friend, I'm allowed to switch

Really tired of bein' in the stu, bro, I'm 'bout to quit

Somebody call my A&R now, tell him get me outta here 'cause I'm 'bout to flip