Ain’t With Being Broke

Lyrics

[Intro] Better to have money and not to need it Than to need it and not to have it [Chorus: Willie D] Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke) I've got to get my hands on some [Verse 1: Willie D] Let my headstone quote "I ain't with bein' broke" I'm tired of my momma bustin' ass for other folks Gettin' nowhere fast While the ho on the corner makin' mo' money sellin ass! I ain't with this outfit I gotta make some moves to buy G Jones some nice shit Before she kill herself, workin' on a job all week That don't even make the fuckin' ends meet I walk down Main Street Growls in my stomach cause I ain't had nothin' to eat So how the fuck am I gon' think? When I'm in a funky sweatsuit and see a bitch in a mink Her ass is tooken out puttin' non-stop Make the swap and go shop I said that to say this and every other note I ain't with being broke! [Chorus: Willie D] Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke) I've got to get my hands on some Money, more money Got to get my hands on some [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] I was born in a cheap-ass hospital Brought to 5th Ward, stuffed right in the middle Of a rock and a hard spot Before my dad got that ass I was already counted out What a motherfuckin' pity Momma couldn't afford milk so we had to suck her titty In the kitchen every night I would see Rats and roaches eatin' better than me There was no Thanksgiving They say I'm a fool for thanking God for living But bein' broke ain't no motherfuckin' joke Well out in '91 shit just ain't happenin', bro I never had a God damn thing Christmas came and went, without a choo-choo train In the ghettos gifts get stole or bought Ain't no motherfuckin' Santa Claus [Chorus: Willie D] Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke) I've got to get my hands on some (Sweet money) Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke) I've got to get my hands on some [Verse 3: Scarface] Let the gunshots rang out, blow my goddamn brains out If you've been there, you know what I'm talkin' about Gettin' over tops my agenda The easy way out, is to jump out of a window But that's a dopefiend move gone left I'll kill you, but not myself I tried to do the right things major But that didn't put no food on the table Went back to school to get my GED But who's gonna hire a motherfucker like me? McDonald's don't fit They work you like a dog plus they talk too much shit Without them dollar signs It's like livin' and dyin' at the same time And you wonder why a motherfucker sell dope? He ain't with being broke [Chorus: Willie D] Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke) I've got to get my hands on some (Yeah) Money, more money (I ain't with bein' broke) I've got to get my hands on some (Sweet, sweet) [Outro] Money, yeah-yeah, money, yeah-yeah Talkin' 'bout money Yeah, money Talkin' 'bout that mean green Talkin' 'bout that money Money, more money We've got to get our hands on some We need money