Lyrics:
was sure to go"
"The Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg"
"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
gas up my hot rod Stoker
The band will play hot as a polka
You'll be broke, I'll be broker
Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
We'll sit
I'll have to see my broker,
Find out what he can do,
'Cause I'm in the market for you.
There won't be any joker,
With margin I'm all
I'll have to see my broker,
Find out what he can do,
'Cause I'm in the market for you.
There won't be any joker,
With margin I'm all
You don't have to have a hanker
To be a broker or a banker
No siree, just simply be
My mother's son-in-law.
Needn't even think of tryin'
To be
lessons from the pilot
While I'm on my cell with my broker getting stock tips
Find a magazine and I read the hottest gossip
Man who'd a thought my life
hotter than a poker,
You'll be broke, but I'll be broker,
Tonight, we're settin' the woods on fire,
We'll set close to one another,
Up one street
broker, it ain't nobody doper
Man, I'm too fresh for the city I should move out the country (yoom)
They say nobody showed me love but fuck it show me
ain't targetin' me"
Showin' what workin' shit really mean
I was broker than a bitch but had bigger dreams
On the porch, stickin' dope in Amiri jeans
from the bride
Man goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught up in the mechanism
Of swindlers who act like kings
And brokers who break everything
think I’ve lost my assets today
Hey broker man, please don’t make no more investments
'Cause I would like to keep my shirt and pants
Cancel that
broke but I'll be broker tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
We'll sit close to one another up our street and down the other
Tonight we'll have ball
(Once again)
Return of the mack (I knew)
Cause you know that I'll be back (yeah)
Honey if I gotta think money clipping'
Than he broker than a joke
dog, ooh, yeah
Okay
Hunters on the coast, I got my shoes all on the sofa (sofa)
I used to be broker, things changed like Sammy Sosa (Sosa)
Money
She call on my kid, like Kid Cudi
Prenup, prenup, prenup, prenup
You broker than my heart, don't touch me
Married to the money, married to money,
fan e d''e broker
I' mo che fatturo più assai che nu broker
Nun 't'a fà problemi cu nuje
Let me show you, let me tell you this
Bend you, bend you
told you find another broker (a broker)
You don't let me get my kids, you know I'm tryna get them closer (that's crazy)
I love you a hundred times, I
I don't know, like me, I'm, I'm different, like
I ain't finna sit 'round and be broker than a bitch
I know for a fact I'ma get mines
Either I get
broke something I can't go
Bitch yellin' out I'm the shit
I'm like tell me something I don't know
My broker cost in my stockses
Up 20% to my profits,
And I'm still smoking bogomill
Still have the street meeting, stop one broker deals
You my nigga nigga fuck how nigga Oprah feels
Papi, I pop guns, they
a dick they wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober
broke but I'll be broker tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
We'll sit close to one another up our street and down the other
Tonight we'll have ball
A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Two years old, eatin' ketchup
a skinny jackrabbit
Pursued by a hungry fox
And a broker awoke her from a fitful slumber
Then consulted his shares and his stocks
Down down down they go
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