Goin Broke lyrics

Yeah woo
Uhh Yeah uhh

This sh*t hard haa haa

Walked in looking like I hit a lick today
I'm a street n*gga you can see it in my face
I ain't going broke again I put them racks in a safe
That's your b*tch she call me bae
She want my jit I'm like no way
I be stepping I got VVS's dancing on my neck
That's a blessing if I let you in my car b*tch show respect
I ain't going back and forth with you if it ain't bout a check
Put my main b*tch on a jet
Get that money f*ck the rest like woah

Mink on my body five hundred for a coat
Only thing I'm scared of in this world is goin broke
Spoil her like a brat she hate when I tell her no
Pull up in that hellcat that b*tch thought she saw a ghost
Yeah I'm the mother f*cking goat
Ballin on these n*ggas I don't need a f*cking coach
And I'm from the trenches where them n*ggas selling dope
And I got that bag, but I still will kick your door

I can't die with all this money so I spend it
She a bad b*tch so I put her in givenchy
I just bought another Glock and its extended
See through clip so I can see how many in it
I got n*ggas locked up in the penitentiary
Ima spin a n*gga block till I get dizzy
Why you pillow talk to b*tches I don't get it
I'm from Florida, but I never be at disney pus*y n*gga
And I walk like a check talk like a check
I don't call baby text
I'm a dog in a vette
I got n*ggas in that dogpound let em out the cage
I talk sh*t and I get paid
We got glizzys on the stage like woah
Mink on my body five hundred for a coat
Only thing I'm scared of in this world is goin broke
Spoil her like a brat she hate when I tell her no
Pull up in that hellcat that b*tch thought she saw a ghost
Yeah I'm the mother f*cking goat
Ballin on these n*ggas I don't need a f*cking coach
And I'm from the trenches where them n*ggas selling dope
And I got that bag, but I still will kick your door