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b. hopt – broke lyrics

i got bad luck im broke as f-ck
i pinch pennys so hard my fingers get stuck
just got paid two days ago where did all my money go
now i’m picking coins like im mario
can’t afford a lotto ticket how broke can i get
mo money less problems puff daddy was full of sh-t
maybe i want those problems ever think of that
which car should i take the benz or the lac
im broker than supermans back thats a fact
and yeah sure i might have a little bit of money
but my lincolns smilin at me cause he thinks it funny
but he’s the only one laughin
and if i had some more so would ben and jackson
how the f-ck did this happen
my watch is broken i just wear if for looks
can’t afford a new one i got nothin to cook
man lifes a b-tch and shes f-ckin me with strap on
same clothes from eighth grade why i got this cr-p on
at least i can get my rap on in my structure jeans
a penny saved is a penny earned whatever that means
plus i got these crack fiends askin for spare change
you got better shoes than me ain’t that strange
what the f-ck man i can’t even pay my f-ckin rent
i need to invent some sick rhymes that i can represent
show everybody exactly what the f-ck i meant
when i said i was a great rapper
i rip apart rhymes with my lyrical daggers
i rip apart bars like a fat f-ck on snickers wrapper
but i got bad luck like i walked under a ladder

time to press my luck no whammys
getting the top prize at the grammys
i’d like to thank my mother and my granny…
my alarm goes off can i please get 10 more minutes
hit the snooze alarm because my dreams ain’t finished
just had a dream i was rich as trump
had chicks to hump my songs to bump
but i gotta go to this job though because i’m a f-ckin chump
and i wish i was still dreamin
i got a 99 explorer i ain’t f-ckin beamin
i gotta roll the window down to get out you think thats flattering
girls see me get out my car and they start laughing
they think i’m opening their door to be a gentleman
but i gotta open their door to let me self in
need to get the dough like entemanns
cars about to get repo’d only hang out with cheapo’s
duckin bill collectors like debo
hit up the mickey d’s dollar menu for a double cheese
can i please get a double and small fry
yeah im that broke guy with those good rhymes
who talks about it all the time but doesn’t make it happen
someone needs to give me a good slappin
tell me stop actin like a fool and quit slackin
if procastination is like m-st-rbation then im f-ckin myself
its f-ckin with my mental health and takin away my wealth
and i ain’t even spittin on this sh-t its just a gleek
this is some bullsh-t i thought of last week
standing at my bathroom sink freestyling to my reflection
because im scared of public rejection
i need some direction because i think im stuck
and i just broke the mirror so its another seven bad luck

yo bad luck hopt whats going on tonight?
well i’m broke so i guess im playing with my fleshlight
and i know what your thinking your probably all like
“if you’re broke why are you buying cr-p like that”
i made it with peanut b-tter, a balloon, and a backpack strap
aw cr-p i couldn’t make this sh-t up if i tried
this is my broke -ss life seen through my own two eyes
gas prices cost an arm and a leg that way to high
i’m a bilateral amputee after i pump my gas how do i drive?
a five dollar footlong seems like a five star meal
take a girl on a date to subway and gotta split the bill
yo baby whats the deal? “oh you’re a collector huh
well that means i ain’t given it up to ya”
come on baby of course i still shop at old navy
they got seven dollar t shirts you think im crazy
i ain’t lazy but i just been slackin a little bit
gotta these raps out to get money real quick
and if ya feelin it then please pay for my cd
i work hard on this sh-t it did not come easy
i just wanna be well off enough to pay my bills
have cheap thrills when i grab the mic it gives girls chills
have so much money it makes all the ladies blush
have that sh-t stacked up no courtesy flush
and plus if i get big i’ll take all my friends with me
no more shoppin thrifty have a nice car maybe fifty
but a black cat just walked past me
so i don’t gotta tell you what that be

- b hopt lyrics

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