[Intro]
Ugh, yeah
Yo, this shit be rockin'
I- I might- I might hop on this shit, though
Talk about that broke life
But, like, I'm not broke anymore, though
Broke? Ha! Cringe

[Hook]
Never broke again
Wanna ride? Throw them in
Cash I'm rollin' in
Stash the coke up in
Just went up in, stole your rent (x2)

[Verse]
Fuck, man, that's wack
I don't sell drugs nor crack
Tryna make the dough, out here cleanin' streets
Fo' sho', Windex is the brand
Out here in pussy land
I work the streets
Sike, I be workin' on these hard ass dope ass beats
Rappers asking can I get a feat.?
I'm kicking them to the street
I be puttin' rappеrs in the sheets
Because I put 'еm the fuck to sleep
The cannot compare to me
I'm elite, they're discrete
They retreat
Don't worry they can come buy my new hoodie!
Go and buy my merch
Sending y'all to church
Can't think of another word that rhymes with this
So that tree outside's very birch (Damn!)
You're in my words
Man I be lookin' fly as a bird
The drugs are stirrin'
Looks like your ass wasn't heard
Then again, I'm too into this rhyme
I just got a fuckin' line
But for you, for the love of God
I don't have the fucking time! (Damn!)

[Hook]
Never broke again
Wanna ride? Throw them in
Cash I'm rollin' in
Stash the coke up in
Just went up in, stole your rent (x2)

[Outro]
Ah, shit
Yeah man
Yo, like, on a real though?
Like, I don't actually do this shit
Like, I- I'm sorry, I just, I- I had to go impress my friends
I'm- you guys get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, uh
Anyways, bars!