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[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but they fake
This for them who think that 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 her my ba-a-ae
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: YoungBoy Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, nigga 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
bitches ain't shit, wanna suck on my dick
Right she fucked my nigga
She raising her voice I battle
She tell me to go out, go
I think that I'm my stamina
I think that I 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
shorty ain't told me no capping her

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

[Verse 2: Rondo]
Too many bands in my bank
A lot of blue hunnits, a large
Got a brick of some dope, put that shit on the
When it to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No buried in that Federal
Niggas hate but ain't on my level though
I that they nowhere compatible
Smokin' Gelato and sippin' on
I'm really a felon, grippin' the FN, might 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 niggas: "It's no new friends", cause 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, Crippin', they love them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I that's why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', these new Balenci's
My made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like that Gucci but I the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I don't with the Henny
These chains 'round my cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit with a
I want the money, I designer
I want that bitch cause she look
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix Chanel with Givenchy
He in rap, so no, I can't sign him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not lost in the sauce, I be grindin'
Bust Rollie, perfect timing

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that 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, know why they hatin' on me
run up that money, I still be stuntin'
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma keep in and they keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!