Broke Dayze (feat. Pookiie)

This bout them financial headaches Tryna make it to pay day D, detrimental to mind states E, elevating yo' interest rates B, burdens and bills collectors calling you everyday T, terminate everything that you make Just spelled the shit that you gone be in when bills is late The poor can relate I'm talking struggle meals Fish sticks, pizza rolls, and koolaid to wash it down A kid playground wit stains in hand me downs Fore gas prices raised, five in the tank would get us round Used to hit mall, hope to see some honeys So we could spit this game cuz wasn't spendin money Made best out of nothing, save the roaches just to roll em We ain't have a lot but shit we smoking Kept our head about water Like Florida We steady floating on days we was the brokest We still was never hopeless Need that paper, that paper, that paper That Dinero for real though! That bread, that bread, that bread I need that guap, I, I, I, I need a lot! Look, I need that guap in so many ways you don't understand Still got some family in them trenches fighting for they land And when I make gonna reach out, i'ma lend a hand But when I make it, not gone lie just know i'm breaking Bands Without the money living life is like a moving maze I need that business no more Raman in the microwave We do this shit there is no stopping this is not a faze Listen to this shit, you leaving shocked like you been getting tased Damn! I don't wanna worry bout the money no more I don't wanna worry bout the cash So I don't gotta deal with the trouble no more Know we finna leave em' in the past We leave it in the past and focused on the remaining future the struggle's "never too much" shout out my nigga Luther Just know i'm hungry so i'm waiting for it fast Breaking bills, I put my wallet in a cast boy you know I Need that paper, that paper, that paper That Dinero for real though! That bread, that bread, that bread I need that guap, I, I, I, I need a lot!