Broke

Hot damn, you're creepin' up my ass
Trynna figure how I make my cash
Wonderin' how my spit game last
And where I rank inside my class
And you wanna know...
Where is my number one
Shit finna hit the fan when you've done the sum
'cause I ain't wrapped in silk or gold
But it ain't get richer than a man with soul, you know?

May be broke but I am priceless
And you'll never get another one like this, again...
May be broke but I am priceless
And you'll never get another one like this, again...
Yeah, I ain't made outta gold
And I ain't got lots of dough
Some people like to break the mould
But the same old bitches just want to know...

How much money you got?
How many dollars you spend?
How much cash...
You done gone stashed?
How much money you got?
How many dollars you spend?
How much cash is you...
Stashin'?

Here I be, just casually
No dollar sign is as bad as me
But kill my vibe and I'm hypnotized
Got me thinking I ain't worth the time
'cause I ain't cutting you the dough
Thirsty ass bitch just wanting more
Slurp it up, and drink it all
You want my money but not my soul, you hoe

May be broke but I am priceless
And you'll never get another one like this, again...
May be broke but I am priceless
And you'll never get another one like this, again...
Yeah, I ain't made outta gold
And I ain't got lots of dough
Some people like to break the mould
But the same old bitches just want to know...

How much money you got?
How many dollars you spend?
How much cash...
You done gone stashed?
How much money you got?
How many dollars you spend?
How much cash is you...
Stashin'?

Salty ass bitch ain't umami
I'm washing you down like tsunami
Someone bite the dust like I am Queen
'cause I'm gonna kick yo' ass like I'm Ali
Setting you straight in your mind's design
You're talking so whack 'cause you can't decide
Between being real or a golden mine
'cause all you damn want is the bottom line

May be broke but I am priceless
And you'll never get another one like this, again...
May be broke but I am priceless
And you'll never get another one like this, again...
Yeah, I ain't made outta gold
And I ain't got lots of dough
Some people like to break the mould
But the same old bitches just want to know...

How much money you got?
How many dollars you spend?
How much cash...
You done gone stashed?
How much money you got?
How many dollars you spend?
How much cash is you...
Stashin'?

Put your hands up, this is a hold up
Put your money where your damn face hole dug up
Check it check it with the mind on the dollar
Getting greedy greedy with your soul on the collar
Give it up like a no hit wonder
Stuck in a rut, always in a damn slumber
Yeah... Add you to the hit list
Shooting yo' ass down with a killer one six

LyricsMarcus Macadi