Kyle Lucas - Don't F*ck With My Money (B*tch I'm Broke!) lyrics

Great, so let's talk turkey, and by that I mean money b**h I'm broke! (Verse 1) Yo, looks like I'm gonna be another broke causality Coming for my head like I'm Lincoln on the balcony Haters saying how can he Thinking that he turning bars into gold what you spitting only alchemy? So I consider this a travesty Track's like Your Tragedy, they still f**ing trashing me Honestly, I give a f** about reviews; see from my point of view b**h point me where the cash be Selling sh** on EBay just to get the heat paid Hungry as f** man I ain't even eat in three days Rappers ain't ballin, damn for Pete's sake Looking back now man I should have been I should have been a DJ So these rappers all-nervous My verses aren't free but they don't wanna purchase I'm with some models out in LA, and we high off Percs After we f** man I'm going through they purses, b**h (Chorus) You f** with my money oh, you'll be sorry, no no no (That's what my boy G-Eazy told me, that's called goosin on ‘em!) You got what you wanted oh you got what you wanted no (Like after you f** a chick, you go through her purse and rob her) I did what you told me oh i did what you told me no You f** with my money oh (b**h I'm broke!) (Verse 2) See money make the world go around So I'm after the worm today im up early now I'm on the phone with my manager he's saying be patient But sh** im sick of waiting I need a damn paycheck Yuh, I spit harder but I need to get larger Start Kickstarter just to get my sh** started I need an investor, someone hit Vince Vaughn up And tell him I can act f** rapping nonsense But things started looking up, even just a little yo Entered a contest a won a free music video A little backlash from kids who can't rap But f** em I need a million clicks up on Vimeo But YouTube views ain't sh** when the bills do Only room that I can rent has roaches and mildew And so I just vent on these tracks til noon And I write it all down hit the booth, b**h (Chorus) You f** with my money oh, you'll be sorry, no no no (That's the misconception that I'm a rapper I'm paid) You got what you wanted oh you got what you wanted no (I'm so beyond broke right now it's not even funny) I did what you told me oh i did what you told me no (We're gonna have fun with it though!) You f** with my money oh b**h I'm broke! (Verse 3) So I got a little cash when I signed my contract That was 4 years back and my lawyers took half Scrambling right now, I'm scrapping up stacks See trying to survive with all my credit cards maxed f**ing credit card debtors, are never gonna let up My music endeavors don't deliver like expected I'm telling them to chill b**h I got you when the check comes … Well at least on the next one Vonnegutt got a commercial placement But we ain't get paid no royalty statement Never came, kinda lame, so I'm feeling anxious No dough for studios, I'm recording in basements But I guess if I wanted I could get a job that's suitable Work in a cubicle, drive a f**ing Subaru Family, kids, and blood pressure through the roof Saying I hate my life now more then I used too (Chorus) You f** with my money oh, you'll be sorry, no no no (More money, more problems I guess ugh?) You got what you wanted oh you got what you wanted no (But it's still no money more problems!) I did what you told me oh i did what you told me no (But I'll always make music if ya'll keep listening!) You f** with my money oh (Just don't f** with my money) … I need to get a job or something