Verse 1A:
I’m broke, broke as a joke
Thinkin’ bout movin’ back in with my folks
Walked away from my house note
Watched my bank account, go up in smoke
In a mess with the IRS,
Still watchin’ my movies on the VHS
God Bless, America
I’m a gangsta, thanks to ya

Verse 1B:
I shoulda been a baller, shot caller
But I’m just blue collar
I got my job in Georgia
Tryin’ to get a piece of that peach cobbler

Prechorus:
Chasin’ down that paper
Need a money maker

Spent my life lookin for a discount
Now I thank God for the handouts

Chorus 1:
I can't afford to live this way
I barely live off what I make
Runnin’ ‘round for money
Beggin’ on my knees
Livin’ paycheck to paycheck
Paycheck to paycheck

Tag:
Get the money, get get the money
Get the money, get get the cash

Verse 2A:
3 Sweaters, a coat, I can’t keep my heat on
I got nothin’ to eat on
Never heard of vacation
I think they give those away at the radio station
I work my fingers to the bone
No off days, and I ain’t comin’ home
I got a piece a paper in the mail today
Said I still got a balance that I got to pay, hey

Verse 2B:
I shoulda been a baller, shot caller
But I’m just blue collar
I got my job in Georgia
Tryin’ to get a piece of that peach cobbler

Prechorus

Chorus 1

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Bridge:
We’ll be ok
Don’t you worry baby, we gon’ get paid
You can bet your bottom dollar on it
Don’t be afraid
Cause I’ll make it rain
It’s our lucky day, cause I found some change
Oh oh, oh oh
I got a paycheck


Chorus 2:
I can't afford to live this way
I barely live off what I make
Runnin’ ‘round for money
Beggin’ on my knees
Livin’ paycheck to paycheck, paycheck
Livin’ paycheck to paycheck
Paycheck to paycheck

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