Dave East — Hate Being Broke

[Intro] I get so I get so I get so much love in these streets Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin’ to eat I get so much love in these streets Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin’ to eat I get so much love in these streets Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin’ to eat I get so much love in these streets Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin’ to eat [Verse 1] I get so much love in these streets Me and Leezy ain’t had nothin’ to eat Ravioli, we was splittin’ them cans Duckin’ vans, block a hundred degrees Gang squad on our body for sure Niggas jumped me, my whole body was sore Out of town, they think I’m probrobly on tour If we was hurtin’, we was robbin’ the store Balenciaga, I got diamonds galore Watchin’ Power while my seats massage Stick on me, I'ma keep it, on God Never thought that we would beat the odds Couple hundred for the key to the car Blowin’ sticky as I run the city Told her just like Nicki, I'ma need a ménage This shit foreign, I'ma need a garage I ain’t lookin’ for no parkin’ Momma kicked me out, I had to find an apartment We them niggas, finish shit if you start it Neck stupid, yeah, my shit look retarded Told the label, "I am not just an artist" With the shits, I am not with the others Set my price, I am not 'bout to bargain' Drive on payroll, I’m not 'bout to park it [Chorus] We open that window, the AC was broke Gotta get money, I hate to be broke Pain and the struggle, that made me the most Not everyday, to champagne we gon’ toast I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke Not everyday, to champagne we gon’ toast Open that window, the AC was broke Die 'bout this money, I hate to be broke Niggas gon’ change, the bitches gon’ change The facts that remains, I gotta get dough I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke Now I could pull up in Range or a Ghost Life is so short, I’m just makin’ the most I’m up in the sky, everyday I’m a float I hate to be broke [Verse 2] Bitches that’s all on my dick, they use to play me the most They hated when I tried to get my name up, they don’t hate it no mo’ We call it the trap where I’m from ‘cause it really ain’t no where to go (trap) You could die, middle of July, or you could get clipped in the snow (boom) I'm slidin’ through 122nd, I’m tryna tell Jess I got shit in a headlock Thinkin’ back when I was dead pop, I couldn’t sell a nickle 'cause a dead cop NYPD was our biggest haters, who’d of ever thought I could chill with Jada Could of killed niggas, I’ll get ‘em later, you into bitches, bro I’m into paper (mula) IPhone full of millionaires, everywhere I go, I get a million stares Award shows then I’m back to Harlem, niggas askin' me why are you chillin’ there (why?) I come from nothin’ but I’m livin’ now, momma did not want us livin’ in (No) You mention my name and there’s women there, be careful that cup got a pill in there [Chorus] We open that window, the AC was broke Gotta get money, I hate to be broke Pain and the struggle, that made me the most Not everyday, to champagne we gon’ toast I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke Not everyday, to champagne we gon’ toast Open that window, the AC was broke Die 'bout this money, I hate to be broke Niggas gon’ change, the bitches gon’ change The facts that remains, I gotta get dough I hate to be broke, I hate to be broke Now I could pull up in range or a Rhost Life is so short, I’m just makin’ the most I’m up in the sky, everyday I’m a float I hate to be broke