We ain't ever gettin' older I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car and And I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) No, I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) So, baby, pull me closer In the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford

You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo, glo up How you finna shine with all that shade you throw, grow up White Ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer I'd rather be dying than be going broke I would rather die before I lose this though Swear to God You

Ain't nothin' but a rearview town It ain't nothin' what it used to be Population minus me On the other side of that dust cloud It ain't nothin' but a rearview town Broken hearts and rusted plows Roots ripped right up out of the ground Never thought I'd

Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show I got bitches gettin' naked, throwin' money on the floor Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin' 'cause he broke I ain't never played the bitch, I'm in the game and that's for sure Claustrophobic, dropped

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke

(Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive) I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick (Broke) Born in the wild, so many trials, I ain't quit All the people I robbed, I brought 'em down, I repent (Down)

My girlfriend's got a girlfriend now. Hey mom and dad, I don't know where to start. I hate to break the news, but I got a broken heart. That sweet southern belle, that I met in Tennessee Got a hickey on her neck and it ain't from me. Seems there's

Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back (You ain’t getting checks) Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back D town LAX, every

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga