Ain't With Being Broke chords and lyrics - GETO BOYS

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[Verse 1]
[D]"Be[E]tte[D]r to have money
and not to need it
Than to need it and not to have it!"

[Verse 2]
Money, more [D]money (I ain't
with being broke!)
I've got to get my hands on [E]some[D]
[E]Lemonheads don't

[Verse 3]
[D]quote,
I ain't with being broke
I'm tired of my mother bustin'
ass for other folks
Gettin' nowhere fast
While the ho on the corner makin'
mo' money sellin' ass!
I ain't with this outfit
I gotta make some moves to buy G
Jones some nice shit
Before she kill herself,
workin' on a job all week
That don't even make the
fuckin' ends meet
I walk down Main Street
Growls in my stomach 'cause
I ain't had nuttin to eat
So how the fuck am I gon' think?
When I'm in a funky sweatsuit and
Syl bitchin to me
Her ass is took and I'm
booked non- stop
Make the swap and go shop
I said that to save this
and every [Eb]other [D]note

[Verse 4]
I ain't with being broke!
[D]Money, more money (I ain't
with being broke!)
Got to get my [Ebm]hands [D]on [Ebm]some[D]
Money, more money
Got to get my hands on [Ebm]some
[D]I was

[Verse 5]
BORN in a cheap- ass hospital
Brought to 5th Ward,
[Eb]stuffed right [D]in the middle
Of a rock and a hard spot
[Eb]Before my [D]dad got that ass
I was already counted out
What [Ebm]a motherfuckin pity
[D]Momma couldn't afford milk
so we had to suck her titty
In the kitchen every night I would see
Rats and roaches eatin
better than me
There was no Thanks[Ebm]giving
[D]They say I'm a fool for
thanking God for living
But bein broke [Eb]ain't no
[D]motherfuckin joke
Well out in '91 shit just ain't happenin bro
I never had a [Eb]God damn t[D]hing
Christmas came and went,
[Eb]without a [D]choo- choo train
In the ghettos gifts get stole or bought

[Verse 6]
Ain't no motherfuckin Santa Claus!
[D]Money, more money (I ain't
with being broke!)
I've got to get my [Ebm]hands [D]on some,
[Ebm]sweet money
[D]Money, more money (I ain't
with being broke!)
I've got to [Ebm]get my ha[D]nds on some
[Ebm]Let the gunsho[D]ts

[Verse 7]
RANG OUT,
blow my God damn BRAINS OUT
If you've been there, you know
what I'm talkin about
Gettin over tops my agenda
The easy way out,
is to jump out of a window
But that's a dopefiend move gone left
I'll kill you, but not MYSELF
I tried to do the right things major
But that didn't put no food
on the table
Went back to school to
get my G.E.D
But who's gonna hire a motherfucker
like me?
McDonald's don't fit
They work you like a dog plus they
talk too much shit!
Without them dollar signs
It's like livin and dyin at the same time
And you wonder why a
[Eb]motherfucker [D]sell dope?
[Eb]He ain't with [D]being broke!

[Verse 8]
[D]Money, more money (I ain't
with being broke!)
I've got to [Ebm]get my hands on[D] some,
[Ebm]yeah[D]
Money, more money (I ain't
[Ebm]with being b[D]roke!)
I've got to get my hands on some,
sweet sweet
[Ebm]Money[D]

[Verse 9]
yeah, money yeah
Talkin 'bout money
Yeahhh money
Talkin 'bout [D]that mean green
Talkin 'bout that money
Money, [Ebm]more m[D]oney
We've [D]got to get our
hands on [D]some[D]
[D]We need money