My Cup Runneth Over (YoungBoyGunnaBeBroke) Lyrics

Just got a new job

I'm feeling blessed right now

Yo, a big shoutout to Mrs. Russell my 8th grade science teacher

For telling me I'd never get very far with that attitude

Hey Mrs. Russell, I bet I make more than you now

(hahaha)

All the things I be saying

Shows you how balanced I am

This glass ain't half empty or full

My cup runneth over, goddamn

Oh shit hold up fam

I just counted my bands

And with amounts of cash on hand

I'll never be broke again

I like my music like my weed

(I need it) loud as fuck, pound in the trunk, don't play with bunk

If these motherfuckers wanna come at me I'm all about it (bruh)

You think you are over me (You?)

Yo that math is just not adding up

You are not a worthy challenger

Like an air-soft to a .50 caliber

But go ahead and preach

I can match that whack ass laughable track

With a badass slap knocking that on its ass

But they never snap back

What happened to that

Oh that's right, that was a cap

All that talk bout a Mac and a gat

If you spent more time spitting facts in a track

Well maybe then you could actually rap

Just a pointer like a free throw

I'm D Rose in beast mode

I say things, I mean those

Well he said things then he froze

And you think that you're an artist?

I'd look into other things though

Or else next thing that we know

This YoungBoy Gunna be broke

All the things I be saying shows you how balanced I am

This glass ain't half empty or full

My cup runneth over, goddamn

Oh shit hold up fam

I just counted my bands

And with amounts of cash on hand

I'll never be broke again

But I want that Walter White money

Bank heist Grand Theft Auto V money

That I'm stuntin' like Jordan Belfort but I still got a few kids and a wife money

That good life money

But first things first, that's my love

The Cash come second like my name was Johnny

Clyde had his priorities

But number one was don't play with Bonnie

I heard some kid was talking garbage

Saying some shit like I'm an awful artist

For a clout chaser that's a lot of prowess

But since I'm here let's talk about it

See you is just a player

Bitch I'm here to own the team

So you better watch your tone with me

Like waiting for a phone to ring

Buzz, who is it? Your future boss

He got a vision

He can lay you off so you should listen

All the talk you talk is ammunition

I hope you get it but if you didn't

That boss is me and I ain't kidding

But as soon as I'm claiming that position

They'll say that's the definition of privilege

Ignore the fact I work a lot

You couldn't work a lot more huh?

Bitch I'm coming for your spot

Somebody call Al Gore cause

The climate changing for real

I'm heating up like all the time

So you can watch your favorite rapper get spilled

Clean up on aisle nine

All the things I be saying shows you how balanced I am

This glass ain't half empty or full

My cup runneth over, Goddamn

Oh shit hold up fam

I just counted my bands

And with amounts of cash on hand

I'll never be broke again

I ain't never going broke, fuck that shit bro

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