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Slime! Ey!

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

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly like (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 I need me a challenger
Back at it again, just me and
Tag teamin' her friend, we her
She told me she but I know that she fake
Lil' shorty ain't me no capping her

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them that's thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas that's thinkin' they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the
I married that choppa you 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 faced hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from to Sunday
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Rondo]
Too many bands in my bank
A lot of hunnits, a large amount
Got a of some dope, put that shit on the boat
When it come to the money, we runnin' out
No money buried in that
Niggas hate but ain't on my level though
I swear that they nowhere
Gelato and sippin' on medical
I'm a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
Pull up to the show in a brand new 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 in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', love them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess that's why they
Everyday I be drippin', brand new Balenci's
My shirt by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like Gucci but I like the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I don't fuck with the
These chains 'round my neck cost a new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit with a
I want the money, I want
I want that cause she look finer
I the Louis, I want the Fendi
I mix Chanel belts with
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' they real, but really fake
This for them who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I that choppa you know that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!