Broke Songtext / Lyric

More money, more, more money

More money, more problem, babe



If I was flipping burgers on the night shift would you choose me?

Would you let me take you home if I drove a hooptie?



'Cause every time I see you, I'll be screaming, "Hallelujah"

But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya



I'm still gonna get stoned

So you could go ahead and break your

bones

'Cause all I've ever been told

More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke



And all my people say

And all my people say

More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke



You just want one thing

My love ain't enough

I was so busy tryna make this shit last

That I didn't notice she was kissing my

cash






'Cause every time I see you, I'll be screaming, "Hallelujah"

But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya



I'm still gonna get stoned

So you could go ahead and break your

bones

'Cause all I've ever been told

More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke



And all my people say

And all my people say

More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke



Whatcha gonna do when you're out of

favors?

Are you gonna chase this paper?

Whatcha gonna do when the good Lord age ya?

Are you gonna chase this paper?



'Cause all I've ever been told

More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke



More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke



More money, more, more money

More money, more problem, babe

More money, more, more money

More money, more problem

More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke