Vagabond Mafia - Empty Pockets

(Man, what you mean good for us, dawg
What you mean
See the way that things
Are lookin' nowadays
Is I ain't got no bands in pocket, bruh
My bank account is negative
In both them motha fuckas
My checkings and my savings
Are lookin' vacant nigga
Dust
Phhhhuhh
Air bruh, shit)
In the apartment
Where all of this started
Ain't makin' no squalla
But workin' so hard and
And diggin' deep for a dollar
I'm just pinchin' pennies in a wallet
Nothing ever comes free
Imma need it cheap
Cause' I'm broke as fuck
Imma need the C.R.E.A.M.
Cash ruins everything around me
That's astounding
Uh
Fuck it
Boujee on a budget
You can't even touch it
When I'm walkin' through the function
With some sneakers on
And I'm rockin' granny glasses
Livin' like a hobo
But I'm feeling so fantastic
Money, Money, Money, Money
Make the world go round
I've been broke my whole life
But it can't hold me down
I've been ballin' on a budget still
Livin' life, just the product
Of where I'm from, yeah
Direct deposit
To empty pockets
That's all I know
That's all I know
Oh fa sho
Pushin' about the bullshit
With no watch on my wrist
It's like no one gonna wanna see me
Unless I'm gettin' the lettuce
Unless I'm slicin' the bread
All up with a blade made of gold
They say that wealth is my worth
And I know that cash got control
So I'm a bum ass motha fucka
In the eyes of the rest
Know this shit bout more
Than just some fuckin' whips and a check
Yuh
I'm focused on the progress
Not fixatin' on dough
But shit I'm tryna find a balance
Gotta find a way to stay afloat
Money, Money, Money, Money
Make the world go round
I've been broke my whole life
But it can't hold me down
I've been ballin' on a budget still
Livin' life, just the product
Of where I'm from, yeah
Direct deposit
To empty pockets
That's all I know
That's all I know
Oh fa sho
We all searchin' for that financial freedom
Money fall from the ceiling
But the effects are deceivin'
I said if money is the God
That means the banks do the preachin'
They sippin' wine in the morning
And count the cut
In the evening
These muhfuggas rocking' Jordans
With no spot for the kids
And I'm just waiting for
My damn direct deposit to hit
I swear ya boy a fuckin' Martian
When it come to that bargain
We out here dollar menu ballin'
So you know we ain't starvin'
Been low now, oh now
Where the dollas at
It's profound, right now
The paycheck's hella fat
Can't slow down
Not now
Ain't got no time for that
If time is money
Then bitch
Imma need an abundance of that
I never thought that bliss
Would ever look like this
Perpetuating prosperity
For a part time that
Won't pay shit
How did I get myself into this mess
I'm hella stressed
It's been seven moons
Since I last laid my head to rest
Unless I'm gettin' the lettuce
Lettuce
Won't pay shit
Luh Luh Lettuce
So you know we ain't starvin'
Fuck it boujee on a budget
Unless I'm gettin' the lettuce
Money, Money, Money, Money
Make the world go round
I've been broke my whole life
But it can't hold me down
I've been ballin' on a budget still
Livin' life, just the product
Of where I'm from, yeah
Direct deposit
To empty pockets
That's all I know
That's all I know
Oh fa sho

Written by:
Bryan Edwards, Joseph Timmins, Kalani Ray, Nathan Covert, Roland Trujillo

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