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Symba - Never End Up Broke Pt. 2 (feat. Pusha T) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Symba
Symba
Vocals
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Announcer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avery Earls
Avery Earls
Songwriter
Demario Driver
Demario Driver
Songwriter
Donnie Meadows
Donnie Meadows
Songwriter
Dwayne A. Abernathy Jr.
Dwayne A. Abernathy Jr.
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Engineer
Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Dem Jointz
Dem Jointz
Producer

Lyrics

I just want to let you go Yes, sir I'll know when, you girl Yes, sir No, won't never take this away from me Yeah, well, uh (Incoming) I remember being broke before I was in the mix See, my bitch fucked a nigga, Raekwon was servin' bricks Just the fuel I needed, so I started takin' risks When everybody had the five, I leveled up and did the six AMG kit, knockin' It Was Written Poochie knitted, you niggas thought Gucci did it This Italian race car got moolies in it See, a Phantom ain't a Phantom, if that spooky's rented, uh (woo) Smoke tinted copes in it 300 thousand in tennis chains, I'm roped in it Wavin' through a glass top coupe, like the Pope's in it Heaven only snows in my trunk when the dope's in it The more that you see murdered, you're closer to no limit I used to want a 300Z with a phone in it I'm globally roam wit' it, feelin' at home wit' it Money come, money go, ain't no controlin' it, Push (Push) Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke) Shh, 'cause money can't buy back time, my nigga Long nights, no lights, dreamin' 'bout a Benz No rice, just ice, nothin' in the fridge Sick of makin' friends, all they do is burn a bridge I'm drownin' in my sins, I never learned how to swim My life jacket Celine, swim trunks Supreme Just left the scene in Alexander McQueen I remember nights I was too broke to think This shit deep, I lost more money than sleep (ooh) I was watchin' corners, I ain't never mop the floor Touched a hundred thousand in twenties from doin' chores Mama was a queenpin, Coretta with cream She was sellin' dreams to Martin Luther the fiend For Christmas, I bought the block choppers and triple beams Four-wheelers, four-fours, and a bunch of bowls I guess it's safe to say a nigga finally reached his goals 'Cause all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke) All I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke) Shh, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke) Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke) 'Cause money can't buy back time, my nigga Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen
Writer(s): Terrence Thornton, Dwayne Abernathy Jr., Andre Romelle Young, Demario Raynel Driver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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