Symba feat. Pusha T Lyrics
"Never End Up Broke Pt. 2"

I just want to let you know (yes, sir)
I'll know when, you girl (yes, sir)
No one will ever take this away from me (yeah, well, uh)

I remember being broke before I was in the mix
See, my bitch fucked a nigga, Raekwon was servin' bricks
Just the fuel I needed, so I started takin' risks
When everybody had the five, I leveled up and did the six
AMG kit, knockin' It Was Written
Poochie knitted, you niggas thought Gucci did it
This Italian race car got moolies in it
See, a Phantom ain't a Phantom, if that spooky's rented, uh (woo)
Smoke tinted copes in it
Three-hundred thousand in tennis chains, I'm roped in it
Wavin' through a glass top coupe, like the Pope's in it
Heaven only snows in my trunk when the dope's in it
The more that you see murdered, you're closer to no limit
I used to want a 300Z with a phone in it
I'm globally roam with it, feelin' at home with it
Money come, money go, ain't no controllin' it, Push (Push)

Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke)
Shh, 'cause money can't buy back time, my nigga

Long nights, no lights, dreamin' 'bout a Benz
No rice, just ice, nothin' in the fridge
Sick of makin' friends, all they do is burn a bridge
I'm drownin' in my sins, I never learned how to swim
My life jacket Celine, swim trunks Supreme
Just left the scene in Alexander McQueen
I remember nights I was too broke to think
This shit deep, I lost more money than sleep (ooh)
I was watchin' corners, I ain't never mopped a floor
Touched a hundred thousand in twenties from doin' chores
Mama was a queenpin, Coretta with cream
She was sellin' dreams to Martin Luther the fiend
For Christmas, I bought the block choppers and triple beams
Four-wheelers, four-fours, and a bunch of bowls
I guess it's safe to say a nigga finally reached his goals
'Cause all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke)

All I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke)
Shh, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke)
Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke)
'Cause money can't buy back time, my nigga

Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen