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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: Never Broke Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but the ain't
This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the
I married that choppa you know she wit it
I call her my
These niggas shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up money, I still be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money,
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke
I do the dash in the winter, young fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I need me one
When we do it, do it
No, I'm not writing no
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, suck on my dick
Right after she fucked my
She raising her voice when I
She tell me to go out, go
I think that I'm my stamina
I think I need me a challenger
at it again, just me and twins
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she real but I know she fake
Lil' shorty told me no capping her

YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This for them that's thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas thinkin' that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the
I married that you know that she wit it
I call her my
These ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
run up that money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me

2: Quando Rondo]
Too many bands in my account
A lot of blue hunnits, a amount
Got a brick of dope, put that shit on the boat
it come to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No money in that Federal
Niggas hate but they ain't on my though
I swear that nowhere compatible
Gelato and sippin' on medical
I'm really a felon, still the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
Pull up to the show in a new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause these be fa-a-ake
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 racks in a
All of my niggas, Crippin', they love them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', these new Balenci's
My shirt by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl that Gucci but I like the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I fuck with the Henny
These 'round my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come it, get hit with a semi
I want the money, I designer
I that bitch cause she look finer
I want the Louis, I the Fendi
I mix belts with Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I sign him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not lost in the sauce, I be grindin'
Bust down Rollie, timing

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them bitches who they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you that she wit it
I call her my
niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to
Got a big on me
Slime!