Rick Ross - Cant Be Broke Lyrics

I don't know, like me, I'm, I'm different, like
I ain't finna sit 'round and be broker than a bitch
I know for a fact I'ma get mines
Either I get that shit in blood
Or I'ma run up on your ass
'Cause boy, I'll never be a broke nigga, yeah
Put all that shit aside
Nigga, if I'm down on my, if I'm down on my dick
I won't ask you for shit
I'ma get it on my own, believe that
'Cause

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block (skrr), me and four killers (pew, pew)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I'ma always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
No, I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (no)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (pew, pew)

I'm a rapper, I got some niggas in the trap though (trap though)
Cut bricks up in the trap, the bitch'll never close (it'll never close)
What you know 'bout cookin' on the stove? (Stove)
Ayy, fiends come knockin' on the door, ayy
Feds outside, flush it all down the toilet (flush it all down the toilet)
Get money on this bitch, street nigga, he from Florida
Got four-five cars, know you niggas can't afford it (uh-huh)
Upped the pole to his face, if I want it, I extort it (yeah)
Who you with? ATK with the shit
We gon' slide on your block, broad day, with sticks (skrrr)
Two .30 Glocks, and they came with the dick
It's a loud stutter sound when the K get to spittin' (grr)
All I wanna do is get money (all I wanna do is get money)
Don't wanna go back to when I was bummy
Big racks, I got blue money (money)
You know I got it out the mud, Jumanji (Jumanji)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block (skrr), me and four killers (skrr, pah, pah)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (no)
You know I'ma always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga, huh)
No, I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (M-M-Maybach Music)

Niggas know I'm strapped, they can tell how I walk it (walk with it)
I'ma do you dirty if my dawg meant it (dawg meant it)
Got short money and a tall sentence (huh)
Beef so old, got mold in it (M-M-M)
Young nigga free, better go get it
You ain't killin', nigga, why your nose in it?
You ain't ridin', nigga, why you road in it?
You know we do him dirty when the pole in it
I'm prayin' for my niggas and my soul in it
Feds know a nigga played a role in it
Everywhere we go, they still patrolin' it (huh)
Still got it on me, I'm unloadin' it (grrr)
Kilo on the stove like it's pot roast (M-M-M)
Diamonds on my dawgs and my capos (huh)
Always stand tall but the top fold (huh)
And the next one I get, I pray it cost more (M-M-Maybach Music)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block (skrr), me and four killers (skrr, pah, pah)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (no)
You know I'ma always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
No, I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers

Uh, okay, lightweight
Let me hit the lights, do this the right way
Wrong time, but we hit 'em in the right place
Yeah, it's gon' be a light day
F*ck a hat, we ain't stoppin' at no four way, no way
In this whip with 'bout four K's
Big drills, make 'em distinct
I gotta kill 'cause my family gon' miss me
I went to college but I made hood history, yeah
My dawg duckin', say you gotta put a dick on it
Like a bag hit, you better put a switch on it
He a freak, put on that loop, put a bitch on him
Gotta come pack rolls won't kick on me
And I'm always touchin' money, f*ck a broke nigga
I'd rather hang with them hoes 'cause they be ho niggas
You won't see me in no pic 'cause I don't know niggas
MMG 'til they put me in the floor, nigga (oh)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (can't be a broke nigga)
You know I always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
And I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block (skrr), me and four killers (skrr, pah, pah)
I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (no)
You know I'ma always keep it real, f*ck a ho nigga (f*ck a ho nigga)
No, I don't need your love, f*ck your feelings (I don't need your love)
I had slid on your block, me and four killers (skrr, pew, pew)