Lyrics Goin Broke - Dee Watkins

Yeah woo
Uhh Yeah uhh
This shit hard haa haa

Walked in looking like I hit a lick today
I′m a street nigga you can see it in my face
I ain't going broke again I put them racks in a safe
That′s your bitch she call me bae
She want my jit I'm like no way
I be stepping I got VVS's dancing on my neck
That′s a blessing if I let you in my car bitch show respect
I ain′t going back and forth with you if it ain't bout a check
Put my main bitch on a jet
Get that money fuck the rest like woah

Mink on my body five hundred for a coat
Only thing I′m scared of in this world is goin broke
Spoil her like a brat she hate when I tell her no
Pull up in that hellcat that bitch thought she saw a ghost
Yeah I'm the mother fucking goat
Ballin on these niggas I don′t need a fucking coach
And I'm from the trenches where them niggas selling dope
And I got that bag, but I still will kick your door

I can′t die with all this money so I spend it
She a bad bitch so I put her in givenchy
I just bought another Glock and its extended
See through clip so I can see how many in it
I got niggas locked up in the penitentiary
Ima spin a nigga block till I get dizzy
Why you pillow talk to bitches I don't get it
I'm from Florida, but I never be at disney pussy nigga
And I walk like a check talk like a check
I don′t call baby text
I′m a dog in a vette
I got niggas in that dogpound let em out the cage
I talk shit and I get paid
We got glizzys on the stage like woah

Mink on my body five hundred for a coat
Only thing I'm scared of in this world is goin broke
Spoil her like a brat she hate when I tell her no
Pull up in that hellcat that bitch thought she saw a ghost
Yeah I′m the mother fucking goat
Ballin on these niggas I don't need a fucking coach
And I′m from the trenches where them niggas selling dope
And I got that bag, but I still will kick your door