Funds - Youngboy Never Broke Again Lyrics

[Intro]
(I came a long way)

[Verse 1]
Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won’t be the opps
Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fan
Tell the young nigga just stop
And I been getting money since I learned that I can
Tell em one up who held me down with cosmetics
I be switching up the mode on the ride setting
Holding on to my pole on my side bae
Different type of flex I don't need more cars
(slime)
Red, green flag, he a gang member
(mine)
That's my bruh then ima paint with him
Hit a fuck nigga up, leavе a stain with him
You ain't finna squash shit, shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks morе game swishers
Snake bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchers
My clique send them all at your main niggas
Top of the business I got more points then a bean bag
Tie your arm up before you shoot it lose kickback
Layin on my gravedigger chain where it hit at
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that?
Murder through any hood, same whip, big hat
X shit, my little nigga suwoop bang cartel
Right shit, talking to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit long as it sent well

[Chorus]
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding in a wraith out through the night
Told the detective I upgraded my necklace I'm keeping it clean

[Post-Chorus]
Shawty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, cause I'm knowing that you bout that
Can't let a nigga think you a outlet
It ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of the K left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back got the dead withcha
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a deadsitter

[Bridge]
Before I departed away from my soul
Told my lil son to stay with em
He keep chasin this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him

[Verse 3]
Came through, shots out coupe, home run, top babe ruth
Keep your cool
Standing on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buying that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass, til they buried in the city
I popped that boy, mad I ain't finish
You don't deserve for to live pussy bitch you ain't billy

[Chorus]
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding in a wraith all thru the night
Told the detective I upgraded my necklace I'm keeping it clean

[Post-Chorus]
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, cause i'm knowing that you bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
It ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of the K, left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back got the dead withcha
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a deadsitter

(Count a million cash got the time going slow, Ooh