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[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for bitches 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 that 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 blue faced on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
faces on me
I'm that money, from
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Again]
I do the dash in the winter, nigga 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, wanna suck on my
after she fucked my nigga
She raising her voice I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I think I'm losing my stamina
I think that I need me a
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

YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really 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 choppa you 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 steady be stuntin'
Got faced 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

2: Quando 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 to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No buried in that Federal
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, catch me a ca-a-ase
Pull up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a
I told all my "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 why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', these brand new
My made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My like that Gucci but I like the Fendi
a deuce in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny
These chains 'round my neck cost a brand new
If you try to come take it, get hit a semi
I want the money, I want
I want that bitch cause she finer
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix Chanel belts Givenchy
He in rap, so no, I can't sign 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 they real, but really 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 married that 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 money, I still be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
keep goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!