Woke Up Broke

Lyrics

[Hook: Woop] Fuck y'all broke ass niggas, y'all ain't getting no money Fuck y'all basic ass bitches, y'all ain't got nothing fa' me Dappin up my nigga, we be hustlin' I be turning nothin' into somethin' Woke up broke now a nigga real straight (4x) I remember daily turning nothin' into somethin' (4x) Woke up broke now a nigga real straight (4x) I remember daily turning nothin' into somethin' (4x) [Verse 1: P.I. Bang] Always been a real nigga from start to finish The foreign whip sounding like it got a monster in it Hit the club and we balling like cancer Pistols get to poppin' at these pussies like dancers Nigga, who the boss? Like my name Tony Danza Talking monkey shit well we hit 'em with bananas Lay your ass flat like a motherfucking plasma Bullets hit your chest have you breathing like asthma All I talk is money, man these niggas talkin' reckless What you paid for your car, I went and spent it on a necklace Diamonds dancing in my chain, man you might as well tip 'em I body these niggas, man you might as well zip 'em If you going against me, boy you better come with it You playing with your life, I'm playing with 6 digits I tell them spray and them niggas gon' spray I woke up broke now a nigga real straight (Wassup?) [Hook: Woop] [Verse 2: Woop] They wooping, they groovy, they luggage is Louis That Tec got to cool and we call it Ted Nugent We roll like a Dooly and shoot like a movie I paint that bitch face and I pass her like cootie I'm truly in True-y, my diamonds are ruby You dead by the sewie, left fresh out the poolie I die 'bout that mooly, you cry 'bout that booty I jump out the bushes and up on them pussies! My diamonds are red and my [?] are black Blocks out the box for that team Sippin', trippin', dippin', lollipops and my lean Rock out broad day, Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Earnhardt car with the bricks in the fender Cooking in the kitchen, wrist spinnin' like a blender Getaway driver drive like he got wings Real dirty face I pump my gas with a ski Know that if it's beef and ima keep it in the streets Bout it bout it niggas, rock and roll with Master P Shout out to my shooters, leave 'em stankin' like a yeast Selling swag bags, holy moly, good keef Make another dollar every time a nigga blink Wash the hands with him, evidence was in the sink Born in the streets but my mind timed for hustlin' But I'm just staying like a nigga named Justin (Aye, Justin!) [Hook: Woop] [Verse 3: Dee Boi] I woke every morning to the sound of the fork hitting the bowl Junkies at the door, I'm looking for the Corn Flakes Daddy yelling "Young nigga, stay yo' ass from the stove!" (Stay yo' ass from the stove) Thinking back then, I was 7 years old (Nigga) Fast-forward right now, "Young nigga, get yo' ass missing for a bank roll" (Blllll!) Cause I don't play with these niggas And really, I don't got shit to say to these niggas Tote a K for these niggas can't wait for these pussy niggas try me Have your ass hooked up to the I.V And I don't fuck with nann nigga who don't fuck with me I'm getting money, bitch I don't wanna fuck for free That other nigga old news, history And ain't nann nigga did shit to me! Me and Woopie rollin' 'round with them uzi's Eating molly by the teaspoon Pouring up, mud, lean and soup They say I'm out my mind, my brain, aw, man, I done lost my cool I seen the fuck nigga on the corner with it on him, still ain't gon' shoot it [Hook: Woop]