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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas be too tough to be broke Yeah, yeah, ayy Niggas be way too tough to be broke Ridin' around the city with a pack in my coat, yeah Five-hour job 'cause the money counter broke Ayy, keep it P, you never got no money out that ho Yeah, keep it G, you never got no money out that road Yeah, landin' with them bo's, gotta get them all sold Four black trucks with them hoes and they cold Yeah, you wouldn't of did that time for them niggas 'cause they told Yeah, I just got back in that mode Yeah, I just got back from the stove Yeah, niggas tough, dumb, and broke This a twenty dollar roast It's a hundred dollars soap I'm in Soho running That's some thousands on a coat I know niggas that made millions selling gaming and selling dope I know niggas that ain't got it but be acting like they on I know niggas I could slime and I know niggas that ain't goin' I don't wish a nigga would I be crying, I be hoping I done took the Wock' a lot of places Never been to Poland Man, these niggas got a little money Gary Coleman, yeah Either way it go Rick James, Rick Oman, yeah Either way it go Being tough ain't no motion 'Cause paper had them niggas in your house Ho, ho, yeah Paper how your bitches hangin' out on the ocean Eatin' good, poppin' pussy, takin' shots, rubbin' lotion Ayy, niggas be way too tough to be broke Ridin' around the city with a pack in my coat, yeah Five-hour job 'cause the money counter broke Ayy, keep it P, you never got no money out that ho, yeah Keep it G, you never got no money out that road, yeah Landin' with them bo's, gotta get them all sold Four black trucks with them hoes and they cold Yeah, you wouldn't of did that time for them niggas 'cause they told Yeah, you wouldn't of did that time for them nigga 'cause they told (yeah) Yeah, keep it G, you never got no money on that road Ayy, money on my mind, I'm on money all the time If I said that pussy better than that money, I was lying Yeah, and I wish a real broke nigga crossed the line I'd text him like, "Get my belt, get in line" Niggas too tough around the bitches, that's weird shit Niggas think they lowkey plottin', but we hear shit Chop a chop, when it shot a clock, know I'm near shit I know a broke nigga gon' feel broke when he hear this Niggas be way too tough to be broke Ridin' around the city with a A' in my coat, yeah Five-hour job 'cause the money counter broke Ayy, keep it P, you never got no money out that ho Yeah, keep it G, you never got no money out that road Yeah, landin' with them bo's, gotta get them all sold Four black trucks with them hoes and they cold Yeah, you wouldn't of did that time for them niggas 'cause they told They cold, yeah You wouldn't of did that time for them niggas 'cause they told Keep it G, you never got no money out that road
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