Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mero
Background Vocals
Romero Rhodes
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Romero Rhodes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris
Engineer
Lyrics
Broke **** yah broke **** whoa whoa whoa
Room for a broke **** yah broke ****
Ain't no room for a broke **** (Yah)
Ain't no room for a broke **** (Whoa Whoa Whoa)
Where's the love for a broke **** (Yah)
Ain't no love for a broke **** (Whoa Whoa)
If I'm broke, you won't remember me (Yah)
If I'm broke, it ain't no chemistry (Whoa Whoa Whoa)
If I'm broke, you're probably killin' me (Yah)
R.I.P. in loving memory
Gotta keep that money on me, she gon' notice If you don't got the green, then her DMs ain't open
And you know that greed is the disease that is goin' around
Shawty think she's slowin' me down I ain't fallin' for you, I had to check my balance
I ain't all into you when your money grabbin' and her eyes only glued, it's glued on the cabbage
See she all into you when you livin' lavish, uh
You ain't savin' her unless you got a savings account
Young ****, that's the game, what you hatin' about
First they wanna trash you, then they takin' you out
Kiss your chances goodbye, of ever makin' it out
If you ain't spendin' outrageous amounts you need eyes behind your back and surveillance around
What you think I'm a life hack? A stain or a clown
Straight to decline, shit, every time you dial cuz
Ain't no room for a broke **** (Yah)
Ain't no room for a broke **** (Whoa Whoa Whoa)
Where's the love for a broke **** (Yah)
Ain't no love for a broke **** (Whoa Whoa)
If I'm broke, you won't remember me (Yah)
If I'm broke, it ain't no chemistry (Whoa Whoa Whoa)
If I'm broke, you're probably killin' me (Yah)
R.I.P. in loving memory
Broke ****, broke
See this your motherfuckin' problem
Every time I hit you up, you say you don't got it
I'm broke this, I'm broke that
Motherfuckers got shit to do
Is you gon' cash out me this money or what
Right now, shit
I can't trust these bitches, they only gon' let me down
And if she can't pay rent, then she only gon' stress me out
And if I get locked up, then my **** gon' let me out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, check
Uh, I can't trust these bitches, they only gon' let me down
Uh, and if she can't pay rent, then she only gon' stress me out
And if I get locked up, then my **** gon' let me out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, check
I got this one shorty that's on my line
Every time she call, she ask for shit
I been countin' up so long
I'll invest in an abacus
Gotta keep my mental strong
Cause I can't keep track of shit
Tell shorty just to watch her tone
Or she endin' up back with him
Say you can't provide as a man, you had no value
You had to stand still like a statue
I stay cautious cuz I have to
Can't take losses, no can do
Want me to catch the food while you eat it all
Save that shit for the next dude
Even got the saran too
Want a five-star restaurant
Fuck around, get canned food
Shorty hurtin' for a Birkin
Yah get a Hello Kitty satchel
Why you always lurkin' with your hands out
Ain't shit I'll hand you
Project Runway, more like project shit ran through
I can't trust these bitches, they only gon' let me down
Uh, and if she can't pay rent, then she only gon' stress me out
And if I get locked up, then my **** gon' let me out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, I can't trust these bitches, they only gon' let me down
Uh, and if she can't pay rent, then she only gon' stress me out
And if I get locked up, then my **** gon' let me out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Written by: Romero Rhodes
