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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 they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I that choppa you know that she wit it
I call her my
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue faced on me
keep goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money,
Got a big on me

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

[Chorus: Never Broke Again]
This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really they
This for them niggas that's thinkin' that thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
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
I'ma run up money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me

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

[Chorus: Never Broke Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think 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 know she wit it
I call her my
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they on comin'
faces on me
I'm that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!