Can’t Be Broke Letra - Rick Ross ft. Major Nine, Yungeen Ace

I don't know, like me, I'm a, I'm a different

Like I ain't finna sit 'round and be broker than a bitch

I know for a fact I'ma get mines

You gotta like get that shit in blood

Or I'ma run up on your ass

'Cause boy, I'll never be a broke nigga, yeah

Put all that shit aside

Nigga, if I'm down on my, if I'm down on my dick, I won't ask you for shit

And I'ma get it on my own, believe that

'Cause

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (Can't be a broke nigga)

You know I always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)

And I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)

I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew, pew)

I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (Can't be a broke nigga)

You know I'ma always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)

No, I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (No)

I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Pew, pew)

I'm a rapper, I got some niggas in the trap, though (Trap, though)

Cuttin' bricks up in the trap, the bitch'll never close (It'll never close)

What you know about cookin' on the stove? Ayy (Stove)

Fiends come knockin' on the door, ayy

Feds outside, flush it all down the toilet (Flush it all down the toilet)

Gettin' money on this bitch, street nigga, he from Florida

Got four or five cars, know you niggas can't afford it (Uh-huh)

Up the pole to his face, if I want it, I extort it, ayy (Beat it)

Who you with? ATK with the shit

We gon' slide on your block broad day, with sticks (Skrrt)

Two 30 Glocks and they came with the dick

It's a loud stutter sound when the K get to spittin' (Grrah)

All I wanna do is get money (All I wanna do is get money)

Don't wanna go back to when I was bummy

Big racks, I got blue money (Money)

You know I got it out the mud, Jumanji (Jumanji)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga

You know I always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)

And I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)

I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pop)

I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (No)

You know I'ma always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga, huh)

No, I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)

I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew, Maybach Music)

Niggas know I'm strapped, they can tell how I walk with it (Walk with it)

I'ma do you dirty if my dawg meant it (Dawg meant it)

Got short money and a tall sentence (Uh)

Beef so old, got mold in it

Young nigga free, better go get it

You ain't killin', nigga, why your nose in it?

You ain't ridin', nigga, why you rode in it?

You know we do him dirty when the pole in it

I'm prayin' for my niggas and my soul in it

Feds know a nigga played a role in it

Everywhere we go, they stay patrollin' it (Uh)

Still got it on me, I'ma load, nigga (Grr)

Kilo on the stove like it's pot roast

Diamonds on my dawgs and my capos (Uh)

Always stand tall but the top fold (Huh)

And the next one I get, I pray it cost more (Maybach Music)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga

You know I always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)

And I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)

I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pop)

I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (No)

You know I'ma always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)

No, I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)

I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew)

Uh, okay, light way

Let me hit the lights, do this the right way

Wrong time but we hit him in the right place

Yeah, it's gon' be a light day (Uh)

Fuck a hat, we ain't stoppin' at no four-way, no way

In this whip with 'bout four Ks

Big dreams make 'em distinct

I gotta kill 'cause my family gon' miss me

I went to college but I made hood history (Yeah)

My dawg duckin', say you gotta put a dick on it

Like a bad kid, you better put a switch on it

He a freak, put on that loop, put a bitch on him

Got a compact Rolls, won't kick on me

And I'm always touchin' money, fuck a broke nigga

I'd rather hang with them hoes 'cause they be ho niggas

You won't see me in no pic 'cause I don't know niggas

MMG 'til they put me in the floor, nigga (Oh)

You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (Can't be a broke)

You know I always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)

And I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)

I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pop)

I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke nigga (No)

You know I'ma always keep it real, fuck a ho nigga (Fuck a ho nigga)

No, I don't need your love, fuck your feelings (I don't need your love)

I had slid on your block, me and four killers (Skrrt, pew, pew)