Woop - Woke Up Broke lyrics

[Hook: Woop] f** y'all broke a** n***as, y'all ain't getting no money f** y'all basic a** b**hes, y'all ain't got nothing fa' me [?] n***a, we be hustlin' I be turning nothin' into somethin' Woke up broke now a n***a real straight (4x) I remember daddy turning nothin' into somethin' (4x) Woke up broke now a n***a real straight (4x) I remember daddy turning nothin' into somethin' (4x) [Verse 1: PI Bang] Always been a real n***a from start to finish The foreign whip sounding like it got a monster in it Hit the club and we balling like cancer Pistols get to poppin' at these pussies like dancers n***a, who the boss? Like my name Tony Danza Talking monkey sh** well we hit 'em with bananas Lay your a** flat like a motherf**ing plasma Bullets hit your chest have you breathing like asthma All I talk is money, man these n***as talkin' reckless What you paid for your car, I went and spent it on a necklace Diamonds dancing in my chain, man you might as well tip 'em I body these n***as, man you might as well zip 'em If you going against me, boy you better come with it You playing with your life, I'm playing with 6 digits I tell them spray and them n***as gon' spray I woke up broke now a n***a real straight (Wa**up?) [Hook: Woop] [Verse 2: Woop] They wooping, they groovy, they luggage is Louis That Tec got to cool and we call it Ted Nugent We roll like a Dooly and shoot like a movie I paint that b**h face and I pa** her like Coolie I'm truly in True-y, my diamonds are ruby You dead by the sewer, left fresh out the [?] I die 'bout that mooly, you cry 'bout that booty I jump out the bushes and up on them pussies! My diamonds are red and my [?] are black Blocks out the box for that team Sippin', trippin', dippin', lollipops and my lean Rocker broad day, Michael Jackson, Billy Jean Iron hard car with them bricks in the fender Cooking in the kitchen, wrist spinnin' like a blender Getaway driver drive like he got wings Hit a dirty face, pump my gas with a ski Run it if there's beef and I'ma keep it in the streets Body, body n***as, rock and roll with Master P Shout out to my shooters, leave 'em stankin' like a yeast Selling swag bags, holy moly, good keef Make another dollar every time a n***a blink Wash the hands with him, evidence was in the sink Born in the streets but my mind timed for hustlin' But I'm just staying like a n***a named Justin (Aye, Justin!) [Hook: Woop] [Verse 3: Dee Boi] I woke every morning to the sound of the fork hitting the bowl Junkies at the door, I'm looking for the Corn Flakes Daddy yelling "Young n***a, stay yo' a** from the stove!" (Stay yo' a** from the stove) Thinking back then, I was 7 years old (n***a) Fast-forward right now, "Young n***a, get yo' a** mixing for a bank roll" (Blllll!) Cause I don't play with these n***as And really, I don't got sh** to say to these n***as Tote a K for these n***as Can't wait for these p**y n***as try me Have your a** hooked up to the I.V And I don't f** with nann n***a who don't f** with me I'm getting money, baby I don't wanna f** for free That other n***a old news, history And ain't nann n***a did sh** to me! Me and Woop been rollin' 'round with them uzi's Eating molly by the teaspoon Pouring up, mud, lean and soup They say I'm out my mind, my brain, aw, man, I done lost my cool I seen the f** n***a on the corner with it on him, still ain't gon' shoot it [Hook: Woop]