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[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married choppa you know that she wit it
I call her my
These niggas shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
run up that money, I still be stuntin'
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
faces on me
I'm chasing money, from
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 no letter
NBA new
These ain't shit, wanna suck on my dick
Right she fucked my nigga
She raising her voice I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I think that I'm losing my
I think I need me a challenger
at it again, just 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

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

[Verse 2: Rondo]
Too many in my bank 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 ain't on my level though
I swear they nowhere compatible
Smokin' Gelato and sippin' on
I'm a felon, still grippin' 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 all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause these niggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 racks in a
All of my niggas, they Crippin', love them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess that's why they
I be drippin', these brand new Balenci's
My shirt by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like Gucci but I like the Fendi
It's a in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny
These 'round my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit a semi
I want the money, I want
I want bitch cause she look finer
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix belts with Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I can't him
He forgot I was on, man I had to him
I'm not in the sauce, everyday I be grindin'
Bust Rollie, perfect timing

YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but they fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but the ain't
This for niggas that 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 they on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!