Broke Dayze ft. Pookiie Lyrics

This bout them financial headaches

Tryna make it to pay day

D, detrimental to mind states

E, elevating yo' interest rates

B, burdens and bills collectors calling you everyday

T, terminate everything that you make

Just spelled the shit that you gone be in when bills is late

The poor can relate I'm talking struggle meals

Fish sticks, pizza rolls, and koolaid to wash it down

A kid playground wit stains in hand me downs

Fore gas prices raised, five in the tank would get us round

Used to hit mall, hope to see some honeys

So we could spit this game cuz wasn't spendin money

Made best out of nothing, save the roaches just to roll em

We ain't have a lot but shit we smoking

Kept our head about water Like Florida

We steady floating on days we was the brokest

We still was never hopeless

Need that paper, that paper, that paper

That Dinero for real though!

That bread, that bread, that bread

I need that guap, I, I, I, I need a lot!

Look, I need that guap in so many ways you don't understand

Still got some family in them trenches fighting for they land

And when I make gonna reach out, i'ma lend a hand

But when I make it, not gone lie just know i'm breaking Bands

Without the money living life is like a moving maze

I need that business no more Raman in the microwave

We do this shit there is no stopping this is not a faze

Listen to this shit, you leaving shocked like you been getting tased

Damn! I don't wanna worry bout the money no more

I don't wanna worry bout the cash

So I don't gotta deal with the trouble no more

Know we finna leave em' in the past

We leave it in the past and focused on the remaining future

the struggle's "never too much" shout out my nigga Luther

Just know i'm hungry so i'm waiting for it fast

Breaking bills, I put my wallet in a cast boy you know I

Need that paper, that paper, that paper

That Dinero for real though!

That bread, that bread, that bread

I need that guap, I, I, I, I need a lot!