Can’t Say I’m Broke lyrics

[Intro]
(Big Emm)
Men lie, women lie, people lie, you know?
That money ain't never lied to me
(Dj Yung Rel, what it do?)
Let's talk, yall ain't talking about sh*t
(Hoodrich)

[Chorus]
You can say what you want, can't say that I'm broke
Like the car broke down I still can't go
I ain't gon' stop til' my n*ggas get on
Shoutout my b*tch cause' she bad to the bone
I stay with my gun, I ain't never alone
I stay on that road, I ain't never at home
(Major out here f*ck n*ggas)
Every morning wake up, thank the man
I'm fresh out the mud but I wash my hands
My b*tch thick and she rich
I move weight, they ain't flexing like this
I gotta' thank god for thе the times that he blеssed me
My momma' was stressing, sometimes it would hurt
I kept that sh*t tucked cause' I knew it would work
I stay down and come up, one day [?]

[Verse]
Never say never, I got you forever
My girl on her knees, when I need her I bless her
My girl ain't worried when I ain't at home
Because she know I got a Glock on the dresser
Tony a well known finesser
Pipes in the whip and I'm blowing on pressure
I got a b*tch but I still need extra
I'm booked for real but I sitll ain't gon' text ya'
I thank god every morning
Ain't a day that don't go by that I don't wake up, get up on it
(Dj Yung Rel, wassup?)
All my clothes from out the country
All my b*tches go get money
Take your aim, but you can't take this from me
I compete with myself cause' it make me go harder
I put down the drank and I picked up some water
I pulled up in foreign but my diamonds bussin' like Charger's
(We major)
Aye, yeah, you can say what you want
I'm still rich and do what I want
My b*tch look like she straight out Milan
[Chorus]
You can say what you want, can't say that I'm broke
Like the car broke down I still can't go
I ain't gon' stop til' my n*ggas get on
Shoutout my b*tch cause' she bad to the bone
I stay with my gun, I ain't never alone
I stay on that road, I ain't never at home
Every morning wake up, thank the man
I'm fresh out the mud but I wash my hands
My b*tch thick and she rich
I move weight, they ain't flexing like this
I gotta' thank god for the the times that he blessed me
My momma' was stressing, sometimes it would hurt
I kept that sh*t tucked cause' I knew it would work
I stay down and come up, one day [?]

[Outro]
(Big Emm)
(Dj Yung Rel, what it do?)