Every time I get the craving I'm 40 cents short
Baby if you want lovin then i don't know
I got a lint in my pocket and a pair of ripped up shorts
My style ain't great but shit I'll make it work
And I'll never get laid till I'm not broke
Cause I spent all my money on f*ckin dope
Well I'm only happy when I'm on drugs
Cause I love hearing colors and I love seeing sounds
I think I'm freaking out
I want to be rich like the rest of em
I want to be rich like the best of em
I want to be rich
I want to be rich
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
An I wish I had more money so I can buy a car and get the f*ck out this shity Little town
An I'll tell story's of meating mcs who all got so more money then me
Don't ask me how a first class whore got so much more then me
I can sell my ass but I'm not cute
So I'll walk my sorry ass with a bottle of booze you can wave good bye cause I'm not coming home
I want to be rich like the rest of em
I want to be rich like the best of em
I want to be rich
I want to be rich
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
I want to be rich
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Every time I get the craving I'm 40 cents short
Baby if you want lovin then i don't know
I got a lint in my pocket and a pair of ripped up shorts
My style ain't great but shit I'll make it work
And I'll never get laid till I'm not broke
Cause I spent all my money on f*ckin dope
Well I'm only happy when I'm on drugs
Cause I love hearing colors and I love seeing sounds
I think I'm freaking out
I want to be rich like the rest of em
I want to be rich like the best of em
I want to be rich
I want to be rich
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
An I wish I had more money so I can buy a car and get the f*ck out this shity Little town
An I'll tell story's of meating mcs who all got so more money then me
Don't ask me how a first class whore got so much more then me
I can sell my ass but I'm not cute
So I'll walk my sorry ass with a bottle of booze you can wave good bye cause I'm not coming home
I want to be rich like the rest of em
I want to be rich like the best of em
I want to be rich
I want to be rich
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
I want to be rich
Baby if you want lovin then i don't know
I got a lint in my pocket and a pair of ripped up shorts
My style ain't great but shit I'll make it work
And I'll never get laid till I'm not broke
Cause I spent all my money on f*ckin dope
Well I'm only happy when I'm on drugs
Cause I love hearing colors and I love seeing sounds
I think I'm freaking out
I want to be rich like the rest of em
I want to be rich like the best of em
I want to be rich
I want to be rich
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
An I wish I had more money so I can buy a car and get the f*ck out this shity Little town
An I'll tell story's of meating mcs who all got so more money then me
Don't ask me how a first class whore got so much more then me
I can sell my ass but I'm not cute
So I'll walk my sorry ass with a bottle of booze you can wave good bye cause I'm not coming home
I want to be rich like the rest of em
I want to be rich like the best of em
I want to be rich
I want to be rich
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
I'm broke
I want to be rich
Writer: Chris Martinez
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