Broke B4 Rich - Dolce OK

My aunt needs a new roof My mama wants a house My papa wants a blue truck It's all he talks about So I'll keep making records to pay these damn dues Cause my mama wants a new house And my aunt needs a roof My sister needs a new dress My cousin wants party shoes My grandma needs a new couch So I'll take her out to choose So I'll keep making records Till my heart turns blue Cause my sister needs a new dress And my cousin wants party shoes Getting rich means goin broke The more they take The more there ain't no pennies in the piggy left for me Every dollar that I make finds its way back home to my family My uncle can't stop stealing The sheriff wants a raise My grandpa needs a new stone To sit upon his grave So I'll keep making records To pay these damn dues Cause my mama needs a new house My grandma needs a new couch My uncle needs a bail out or two Cause my papa wants a blue truck And my aunt needs a roof Come on JR! Getting rich means goin broke The more they take the more there ain't No pennies in the piggy left for me Every dollar that I make You bet your ass they're gonna take Every single cent to my name Every dollar that I make finds its way back home to my family Yeah every dollar that I make Finds its way back home to my family

I don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see me Want all blue strips, that's all I need Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me To another level, goin' out of reach Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color Shawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls Play it low-key and got a Tahoe Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door Bought her stainless steel just from touchin' her toe And you know the deal if I find she a ho Got a swag might kill And you know I keep a hitman Steph, get milled on Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him Headin' off with a stick, mortician goin' on Goin' in in the middle when it pop off You know I got my blick off, up go down And you know I let the shots off He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round Oh, right there She was like, "Let me show you how to do it right" Man, this bitch want money tonight Bro them right there, you know it's on sight and you know it's in here Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say) Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs) City one day, yeah, it bang over my way Niggas shouldn't come, already know how Top play Thursday, party day Nigga, you can die on a Friday Nigga, you can die on the highway Nigga, you can die from a side play Shawty like a cat, that's nine ways And a million in one to get us played She don't sleep all day, but work late Fam I don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see me Want all blue strips, that's all I need Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me To another level, goin' out of reach Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color Shawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her