Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Going Broke , by - YBS Skola. Release date: 23.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Never Going Broke |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| I swear |
| King Midas |
| Yeah |
| I told Vick, that moe keep havin' faith (My nigga) |
| That’s on Ceddy, you gettin' a Wraith (On Ceddy) |
| If y’all know I ain’t involved in a case (Bitches) |
| Why the fuck is y’all all in my place? |
| (In my shit) |
| Got GPS right on my leg (Tuh) |
| See the folks and they follow my trail (I see 'em) |
| Man them people don’t want me to win (They don’t) |
| 'Cause they really tryna send me to jail (So fuck 'em) |
| They tryna say we a gang and slingin' them things |
| And all that I hang with is criminals (So what?) |
| I gotta run up my bands and put on my mans |
| I ain’t wasting my time on subliminals (Yeah, that way) |
| You know keepin' it true, that’s my speciality |
| I come from the trenches, got stripes like a referee (I do) |
| And I can go back to the hood and try chop up that work |
| 'cause I still got the recipe (Like that) |
| Where I come from it’s so treacherous |
| Shinner chain on me, it’s hittin', you ain’t touchin' this (Like that) |
| Checkerboard mountains and checkerboard sneakers |
| I put Louis V on my chest (You dig?) |
| Ride in these trenches, I’m stayin' alert |
| I treat the churches like chess (You dig?) |
| He might got a bag but ain’t got no swag |
| Who taught them dudes how to dress? |
| (Haha) |
| I don’t wanna go broke, my whole family strugglin' |
| I can’t never go broke 'cause I came from nothin' |
| I don’t wanna go broke, every day I’m hustlin' |
| I can’t never go broke, I gotta make me somethin' |
| I can’t never go broke, I can’t never go broke |
| I can’t never go broke, my whole family strugglin' |
| I don’t wanna go broke, I don’t wanna go broke |
| I don’t wanna go broke, I gotta make me somethin' |
| Look, I’m givin' 'em hope, I ain’t sellin' 'em coke |
| All of this ice, I’ma need me a boat |
| I can’t complain, I’m stayin' afloat |
| Most of my friends, they can’t even vote |
| Most of my friends, they can’t leave the couch |
| Or they can’t get no job so they slangin' that weight |
| Jobs ain’t lettin' me leave |
| They stop me from feedin' my family and goin' out of state |
| So I’m just puttin' that work in |
| Stayin' low-key, but the money up |
| Tryna find somethin' to invest in |
| Thought 'bout buyin' me a dump truck |
| Gotta think 'bout longevity, I ain’t goin' back broke |
| I grind hard for my family, with my heart and soul |
| Had the money up way too long |
| Shit done turned into the mildew |
| Catch you anywhere in my stash |
| Nigga fuck 'round, gon' kill you |
| Wherever I’m at, I get mad love |
| When I step in the club, run the tab up |
| Broke boy, you don’t even know me |
| Why you all in my face? |
| Nigga, back up |
| I don’t wanna go broke, my whole family strugglin' |
| I can’t never go broke 'cause I came from nothin' |
| I don’t wanna go broke, every day I’m hustlin' |
| I can’t never go broke, I gotta make me somethin' |
| I can’t never go broke, I can’t never go broke |
| I can’t never go broke, my whole family strugglin' |
| I don’t wanna go broke, I don’t wanna go broke |
| I don’t wanna go broke, I gotta make me somethin' |