Rich or Broke Lyrics

Get rich or go broke I'm still the same dude

You think I can't ever tell the truth (no)

Honestly I hate the sad faces that you do

Sad faces

Everybody thinks your dumb until you make it then you turn genius (turn genius)

Everybody wanna smoke with me until they head fuckin floating off the planet

Float across the sky bitch I'm looking like a comet (watch how I float)

I can read right through you hoes yeah like it's a comic

I drip just like a boat (like a boat)

Dress in suit and ties for the money like im ghost (St. Patrick)

Ok what now?

Shawty trynna pull up say she want me right now

Had to teller to pipe down

Say she different when she basic

And she know it (and she know it)

Just trynna get money from me yeah just to blow it (just to blow it)

Took her from the club cause I don't do the slow dance

Ill hit it once but never sure if it's a second

chance

She trynna draw my initials in a heart up on the sand

She treat me good so her shoulder got chanel bags (haha)

You digging what I'm saying?

4 say I'm hell man

3 say you got the bands

Shout out my big brudda (shout em out)

What the fuck would we do if we ain't have each other

These niggas never seeing how we get it out the gutter

Tired feeling like I'm stuck

Get it out the fuckin mud

Honestly I'm sorry bae I'm not here to show you love (hell nah)

Trynna be the hero like you Paul Blart

Life is like a movie but this bitch don't ever restart

Ain't no peace up in the streets but the one you hear spark

You can't hide up in the dark

Like trust me man we know who you are

Shit you know who you are

Foreal

No no no no let me tell you

I will always be the same dude

Always will be the same

And if I-

Get rich or go broke I'm still the same dude

You think I can't ever tell the truth (no)

Honestly I hate the sad faces that you do

Sad faces

Everybody thinks your dumb until you make it then you turn genius (turn genius)

Everybody wanna smoke with me until they head fuckin floating off the planet

Float across the sky bitch I'm looking like a comet (watch how I float)

I can read right through you hoes yeah like it's a comic

I drip just like a boat (like a boat)

Dress in suit and ties for the money like im ghost (St. Patrick)

Written By: Kiran Anderson