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!