[Intro]
(Man, is that Yori?)
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus]
You say I'm goin' broke? Bitch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats
You say I'm goin' broke? Bitch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats

[Verse 1]
Big money ballin' on n***as, Stincs brung that back
I remember the first time when n***as started braggin' 'bout the cars we crashed
You thought I was goin' broke? Bitch, why are you implyin' that?
I've been gettin' racks, still gettin' racks, I'ma die with racks
You thought you was fuckin' with me? Why would you lie like that?
In the county from count to count shootin' dice for snacks
Fuck 12 and the n***as that told, bring the lifers back
You keep big extra'ed out ruler clips inside the straps
This a compact XD folded, let you know size don't matter
[?] bitch, Ralfy, 'cause it's my mind over shit that don't matter
I'm only interested in money and shit that don't matter
N***as bums and we still eatin' steaks on big old platters
'Til you get on my level, you gon' need a big old ladder
Hangin' with the Plug, I turn his head to county jail brain matter
Them other n***as in the city ain't factors
Them violent n***as you see me with ain't actors
The Plug
[Chorus]
You say I'm goin' broke? Bitch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats
You say I'm goin' broke? Bitch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats

[Verse 2]
You thought I was goin' broke? Bitch, why are you implyin' that?
N***a whipped out a ghost gun, he gon' die with that
What you want, coke? Bitch, why you actin' high like that?
I ain't enough, bitch, why would you try like that?
[?] told and he a bitch, why would you side with that?
Both of my wrists and my neck broke, tell 'em lie on that
A ten-piece on me right now, tell 'em lie on that
Just because you goin' broke, I ain't stop applyin' that
You get ten percent from the labels, I get a hundred of that
He did twenty million streams and only got twenty racks
I can do five million streams and probably get thirty racks
I was finna go and buy another watch, tell 'em lie on that
My coupe really got the A/C that work, you can't ride in that
My old five tinted up in pollen, you gon' die in that
A hundred thousand up whip, you'll never ride in that
[?] mention pastor Ralfy, just make sure you apply the facts
[Chorus]
You say I'm goin' broke? Bitch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats
You say I'm goin' broke? Bitch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats