Hate Being Broke - Dave East, DJ Holiday

I get so

I get so

I get so much love in these streets

Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin' to eat

I get so much love in these streets

Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin' to eat

I get so much love in these streets

Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin' to eat

I get so much love in these streets

Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin' to eat

I get so much love in these streets

Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin' to eat

Ravioli, we was splittin' them cans

Duckin' vans, block a hundred degrees

Gang squad on our body for sure

Niggas jumped me, my whole body was sore

Out of town, they think I’m probrobly on tour

If we was hurtin', we was robbin' the store

Balenciaga, I got diamonds galore

Watchin' Power while my seats massage

Stick on me, I’ma keep it, on God

Never thought that we would beat the odds

Couple hundred for the key to the car

Blowin' sticky as I run the city

Told her just like Nicki, I’ma need a ménage

This shit foreign, I’ma need a garage

I ain’t lookin' for no parkin'

Momma kicked me out, I had to find an apartment

We them niggas, finish shit if you start it

Neck stupid, yeah, my shit look retarded

Told the label, «I am not just an artist»

With the shits, I am not with the others

Set my price, I am not 'bout the bloggin'

Drive on payroll, I’m not 'bout to park it

We open that window, the AC was broke

Gotta get money, I hate to be broke

Pain and the struggle, that made me the most

Not everyday, to champagne we gon' toast

I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke

I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke

I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke

Not everyday, to champagne we gon' toast

Open that window, the AC was broke

Dab out this money, I hate to be broke

Niggas gon' change, the bitches gon' change

The facts that remains, I gotta get dough

I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke

Now I could pull up in Range or a Ghost

Life is so short, I’m just makin' the most

I’m up in the sky, everyday I’m a float

I hate to be broke

Bitches that’s all on my dick, they use to play me the most

They hated when I tried to get my name up, they don’t hate it no mo'

We call it the trap where I’m from 'cause it really ain’t no where to go (trap)

You could die, middle of July, or you could get clipped in the snow (boom)

I’m slidin' through 122nd, I’m tryna tell Jess I got shit in a headlock

Thinkin' back when I was dead pop, I couldn’t sell a nickle 'cause a dead cop

NYPD was our biggest haters, who’d of ever thought I could chill with Jada

Could of killed niggas, I’ll get 'em later, you into bitches, bro I’m into

paper (mula)

IPhone full of millionaires, everywhere I go, I get a million stares

Award shows then I’m back to Harlem, niggas askin' me why are you chillin'

there (why?)

I come from nothin' but I’m livin' now, momma did not want us livin' in (No)

You mention my name and there’s women there, be careful that cup got a pill in

there

We open that window, the AC was broke

Gotta get money, I hate to be broke

Pain and the struggle, that made me the most

Not everyday, to champagne we gon' toast

I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke

I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke

I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke

Not everyday, to champagne we gon' toast

Open that window, the AC was broke

Dab out this money, I hate to be broke

Niggas gon' change, the bitches gon' change

The facts that remains, I gotta get dough

I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke

Now I could pull up in range or a Rhost

Life is so short, I’m just makin' the most

I’m up in the sky, everyday I’m a float

I hate to be broke