I can pick up some wine I can pick you up in my pick-up truck And we can pick up right where we left off Ain't that what we both want Pick up the pieces girl It ain't that broke Pick up the past and just let it go Put down that over me Never wanna see me

I say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologne And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone Here I go, here I go this that C5 Bitch I’m back, with that

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

She ain't goin' out like that He thought she'd be sitting home crying She's had enough of feeling like dying Everybody, here comes the life of the party, yeah, she is He might have left her brokenhearted But she ain't goin', goin' out like that But she

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) I keep the hammer on side of me Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up Go to DR, get that fat transfer It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome Full blown, run rich, Brinx

And where are the roads to freedom? Where is the life his father knew? Where is the love, where is the joy And tell me, where are the roads to freedom? A gypsy sings, of birds with broken wings And painted wheels that never roll Who hears the sighs? Who

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

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

(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)