Don’t Fuck With My Money (Bitch I’m Broke!)
Great, so let’s talk turkey, and by that I mean money
Bitch I’m broke!
(Verse 1)
Yo, looks like I’m gonna be another broke causality
Coming for my head like I’m Lincoln on the balcony
Haters saying how can he
Thinking that he turning bars into gold what you spitting only alchemy?
So I consider this a travesty
Track’s like Your Tragedy, they still fucking trashing me
Honestly, I give a fuck about reviews; see from my point of view
Bitch point me where the cash be
Selling shit on EBay just to get the heat paid
Hungry as fuck man I ain’t even eat in three days
Rappers ain’t ballin, damn for Pete’s sake
Looking back now man I should have been I should have been a DJ
So these rappers all-nervous
My verses aren’t free but they don’t wanna purchase
I’m with some models out in LA, and we high off Percs
After we fuck man I’m going through they purses, bitch
(Chorus)
You fuck with my money oh, you'll be sorry, no no no
(That’s what my boy G-Eazy told me, that’s called goosin on ‘em!)
You got what you wanted oh you got what you wanted no
(Like after you fuck a chick, you go through her purse and rob her)
I did what you told me oh i did what you told me no
You fuck with my money oh
(Bitch I’m broke!)
(Verse 2)
See money make the world go around
So I’m after the worm today im up early now
I’m on the phone with my manager he’s saying be patient
But shit im sick of waiting I need a damn paycheck
Yuh, I spit harder but I need to get larger
Start Kickstarter just to get my shit started
I need an investor, someone hit Vince Vaughn up
And tell him I can act fuck rapping nonsense
But things started looking up, even just a little yo
Entered a contest a won a free music video
A little backlash from kids who can’t rap
But fuck em I need a million clicks up on Vimeo
But YouTube views ain’t shit when the bills do
Only room that I can rent has roaches and mildew
And so I just vent on these tracks til noon
And I write it all down hit the booth, bitch
(Chorus)
You fuck with my money oh, you'll be sorry, no no no
(That’s the misconception that I’m a rapper I’m paid)
You got what you wanted oh you got what you wanted no
(I’m so beyond broke right now it’s not even funny)
I did what you told me oh i did what you told me no
(We’re gonna have fun with it though!)
You fuck with my money oh
Bitch I’m broke!
(Verse 3)
So I got a little cash when I signed my contract
That was 4 years back and my lawyers took half
Scrambling right now, I’m scrapping up stacks
See trying to survive with all my credit cards maxed
Fucking credit card debtors, are never gonna let up
My music endeavors don’t deliver like expected
I’m telling them to chill bitch I got you when the check comes
… Well at least on the next one
Vonnegutt got a commercial placement
But we ain’t get paid no royalty statement
Never came, kinda lame, so I’m feeling anxious
No dough for studios, I’m recording in basements
But I guess if I wanted I could get a job that’s suitable
Work in a cubicle, drive a fucking Subaru
Family, kids, and blood pressure through the roof
Saying I hate my life now more then I used too
(Chorus)
You fuck with my money oh, you'll be sorry, no no no
(More money, more problems I guess ugh?)
You got what you wanted oh you got what you wanted no
(But it’s still no money more problems!)
I did what you told me oh i did what you told me no
(But I’ll always make music if ya’ll keep listening!)
You fuck with my money oh
(Just don’t fuck with my money)
… I need to get a job or something