Ain’t With Being Broke lyrics

[Intro]
Better to have money and not to need it
Than to need it and not to have it

[Chorus: Willie D]
Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke)
I've got to get my hands on some

[Verse 1: Willie D]
Let my headstone quote "I ain't with bein' broke"
I'm tired of my momma bustin' ass for other folks
Gettin' nowhere fast
While the ho on the corner makin' mo' money sellin ass!
I ain't with this outfit
I gotta make some moves to buy G Jones some nice sh*t
Before she kill herself, workin' on a job all week
That don't even make the f*ckin' ends meet
I walk down Main Street
Growls in my stomach cause I ain't had nothin' to eat
So how the f*ck am I gon' think?
When I'm in a funky sweatsuit and see a b*tch in a mink
Her ass is tooken out puttin' non-stop
Make the swap and go shop
I said that to say this and every other note
I ain't with being broke!
[Chorus: Willie D]
Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke)
I've got to get my hands on some
Money, more money
Got to get my hands on some

[Verse 2: Bushwick Bill]
I was born in a cheap-ass hospital
Brought to 5th Ward, stuffed right in the middle
Of a rock and a hard spot
Before my dad got that ass I was already counted out
What a motherf*ckin' pity
Momma couldn't afford milk so we had to suck her titty
In the kitchen every night I would see
Rats and roaches eatin' better than me
There was no Thanksgiving
They say I'm a fool for thanking God for living
But bein' broke ain't no motherf*ckin' joke
Well out in '91 sh*t just ain't happenin', bro
I never had a God damn thing
Christmas came and went, without a choo-choo train
In the ghettos gifts get stole or bought
Ain't no motherf*ckin' Santa Claus

[Chorus: Willie D]
Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke)
I've got to get my hands on some (Sweet money)
Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke)
I've got to get my hands on some
[Verse 3: Scarface]
Let the gunshots rang out, blow my goddamn brains out
If you've been there, you know what I'm talkin' about
Gettin' over tops my agenda
The easy way out, is to jump out of a window
But that's a dopefiend move gone left
I'll kill you, but not myself
I tried to do the right things major
But that didn't put no food on the table
Went back to school to get my GED
But who's gonna hire a motherf*cker like me?
McDonald's don't fit
They work you like a dog plus they talk too much sh*t
Without them dollar signs
It's like livin' and dyin' at the same time
And you wonder why a motherf*cker sell dope?
He ain't with being broke

[Chorus: Willie D]
Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke)
I've got to get my hands on some (Yeah)
Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke)
I've got to get my hands on some (Sweet, sweet)

[Outro]
Money, yeah-yeah, money, yeah-yeah
Talkin' 'bout money
Yeah, money
Talkin' 'bout that mean green
Talkin' 'bout that money
Money, more money
We've got to get our hands on some
We need money