Broke as Hell

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh yeah

I wanna take you out to dinner

To one of them fancy restaurants

I wanna take you shopping on a shopping spree

And buy you anything you want

I wanna get your body massaged, get your hair and nails done

Keep you looking good, keep you on the one

But I can't, and that's no lie

I can't, girl, let me tell you why

You're looking good to me, give me your number

But I'm broke as hell

I drive a brand new car

Not mine, my friend

But I'm broke as hell

Girl, you look like an independent woman

Who wants an independent man

Well, I got these fancy clothes and diamond ring on

But let me tell you where I stand

See, I might look like Hollywood

I spend my money on looking good

Trying to catch a fine thing like you

But I got to tell the truth

I got nothing but change in my bank account

But don't change your mind, girl

Before I take you out, I got plans for the future

But right now, I'm broke as hell

I might can't give you

What you're used to

Cause I'm broke as hell

I said, girl, we can look, but can't touch

You know why? Cause I'm broke as hell

I can do a little, not that much

Cause I'm broke as hell

See, I ain't the only somebody that's broke

See the old boy that's at the bar right there

Been drinking on that same drink for about an hour

Damn, ain't you broke as hell?

Or that boy over there standing by the girl's bathroom

All night long trying to come up

Wave your hand, ain't you broke as hell?

I ain't gonna point at her

But what about that girl over there

With the half a weave in her hair

Ain't got no hair to cover up the other side

He broke as hell, wave your hand

And how about all y'all out there with them

With them silver earrings on that used to be gold

You know we're all broke as hell, come on

Well, if you're like me, let me hear you say

Wave your hand, (I'm broke as hell)

Oh, times are hard and you lost your job

Let me see you wave your hand, say, (I'm broke as hell)

If you're sitting at your bar, sipping on the same old thing

Let me hear you say (I'm broke as hell)

If you smoke cigarettes, but you're still buying them loosies

Let me hear you say, (I'm broke as hell)

You know what? I know what I'ma do

I'ma ask my friend, Omar Cunningham

Give me a couple dollars (I'm broke as hell)

Hey, Omar, help a boy out

Hey, Sam, I wish I could

But your boy Omar broke as hell

I can't rub two nickels together

I told you I was catching hell at the house

Now I'm catching hell in my pocket

Come on, man

That's okay, there go my little sister

Karen Wolf, what's up, Karen?

Hey, Mr. Sam, what's up?

Your boy Mr. Sam needs your help

Give me a couple dollars or something like that

Man, I would, but I'm broke as hell

Shoot, that man of mine was man enough to leave

And I was woman enough to let him go

But as broke as I am, I'm woman enough to call him back

Man, I know these folks are down for the money

There go my boy L.J. Echols

Girl got a big old motor

Hey, man, let me hold something

Sam, man, I would help you, but I'm broke as hell

I haven't hit it from the back none this month

If you know what I mean

Yeah, same old story

There go my boy O.B

Put your foot in it, tip-toe in it

Man, you got to let your boy hold something

Man, Sam, I'm broke as hell, man

You know I owe everybody

My child support behind

I owe Karen and them for some coochie yeah, man

I owe Mama and them a whole lot of money, man

Whatever, I bet you one thing

I bet I take this girl out anyway

She might can't eat a whole lot

And we might not ride

We gonna have us a good time anyway

Cause I'm broke as hell, come on

I'm broke as hell, oh, yeah, yeah

Say it now (I'm broke as hell)

Ain't got no money, ain't got no car, no

I wanna tell y'all now (I'm broke as hell)