Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Broke boy, I’ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Broke boy, I’ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Got no money in my pocket, watches with no rocks

My look is pretty good but it ain't designer clothes

My wallets ain't fat, fat like the Santa Claus

Man, you know what, really I don't give a fuck

You got foreign cars, hottie thots and real big, green bucks

Speaking through your money phones

Cause only your money talks

You be flexing, and saying that you are number one

But behind the curtains boy understands he's just a clown

Monkey in the circus that is riding on a bike

Do the same shit every time to make’em smile

The people that will forget him after some time

Broke boy, I’ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Broke boy, I’ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy

Broke boy, I’ma broke boy

Broke boy, I'ma broke boy