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Still Broke
Hip-Hop/Rap
Still Broke was released on September 20, 2024 by MovieKrewe Entertainment as a part of the album W.O.A
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AlbumW.O.A
Release DateSeptember 20, 2024
LabelMovieKrewe Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maleek Nazoy Jackson
Maleek Nazoy Jackson
Songwriter
Dewayne L. Tomlin Jr.
Dewayne L. Tomlin Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hollywoodd
Hollywoodd
Producer
Johnathan Gage Ashton
Johnathan Gage Ashton
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hollywood, this shit crazy
Hollywood, you snapped on that motherfucka
These **** gone broke, it's serious
This money goin' up, you can see it
Keep addin' up, this shit outrageous
You can try to pay me like 1980s
Cause I ain't takin' phone calls,
Nobody was here when I fell
This shit a gift and a curse And my diamonds come straight from the dirt
When you done come out that mud, everybody treat you different
Yeah, I regret a lot of shit,
But I won't take it back for nothin
These **** actin' like they be on somethin'
I got that bag, and ain't nothin' been the same
Ever since I got that bag, I been the same
I'm shining hard, but goin' plain Jane
Know they ain't stoppin' me, watch how they follow me
I already know you want clout, tell the boys stop that shit
I got them ass throwin' tantrums, see them young **** go get em
And we done caught em' down bad,
If this bout a bitch we ain't goin' out sad
Ain't havin' his way, now watch how you crash
I call them benchsitters, cause they not scorin'
You want this spot, but they can't afford it
Two hundred M's, by the time I turn forty
You can't relate, so just stay out my way
She fuck good, now she my bae
When them checks come in, feel better, now let's count em
Need a money counter,
On the money counter,
Keep some hitters round me,
All my friends, dead presidents
I might show them bands, I ain't made it
**** envy be slimy, they won't faze me
Can't believe that boy thought I betrayed him
Baby girl, come here, I know you bored
I'm the type to spoil us in the back
Ain't no type that die, bout these hoes
I done lost and got it back the quickest
Plenty times I made this s*** look good
A couple days ago, yeah, I was drownin
I had it created, wave and now I'm flowin
Don't post on the net so you ain't notice
I done got back on my toes
Every time I rock out them shows
Number one, album just fourth
Drip my favorite sport, every car come with sport
I ain't even bought no mansion
I'm plotting on them mansions
In the club with some strippers and dancers
Can't lie, that ain't even my vibe
I can barely get sleep, ain't thinkin' bout hoes
Takin' trips getting rich with my woes'
We don't pay no mind, n****s fein for attention
What's there to prove, n****s want me to snap
This not an entourage, my circle thin
We move from order to mid, to many done die
Nowadays It's who the first up, they fya
These n****s goin' broke, it's serious
This money goin' up, you can see it
Keep addin' up, this shit outrageous
You can try to pay me like 1980s
Cause I ain't takin' phone calls, nah
Nobody was here when I fell
This shit a gift and a curse
And my diamonds come straight from the dirt
And my diamonds come straight out the dirt like some fossil
Hit her once and I'm goin, now she can't leave me alone
What the fuck, I'm into this, that codeine crazy
Keep sippin' and sippin', don't know when I stop
Won't pull up to chill by that Benz in the drop
Give me top while I'm drivin' in traffic, I'm swearin
I'm blowin' up, I prepared for this lifestyle
They wouldn't understand, plenty nights I'm waitin' to go back
But I've been blowin' up
I ain't goin' back, I'm old days
Now I'm gettin' money in different ways
I don't wanna smoke these n****s, poor
I don't wanna smoke, don't see no funds
Written by: Dewayne L. Tomlin Jr., Maleek Nazoy Jackson
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