No More Broke Days

[Chorus]
No more broke days, pockets look grown now (uh)
Whole fit clean, yeah I’m in my zone now
Tattooed skin, she be tracing every line on me
She look good in that seat, even better when she climb on me (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Used to count change, now I count commas
Used to stress bills, now I buy bottles
Phone on silent, wrist on loud
Pull up, doors up, make the block proud
Gas tank full, got her hand on my thigh
She laughing at my past like, "Boy, that’s life"
Said she love the stories that I wear on my arms
Every scar, every mark, yeah, she call that charm (woo)
[Chorus]
No more broke days, pockets look grown now (grown now)
Whole fit clean, yeah I’m in my zone now (zone now)
Tattooed skin, she be tracing every line on me
She look good in that seat, even better when she climb on me (come here)
[Verse 2]
Bedroom king, but I came from the floor
Air mattress nights, now it's silk on the door
She ride through the hood, hair tied, still bad
Say she like the way I hit it like I never had
Candle wax drip on the ink on my chest
Her nails in my back, say I feel like success
Whisper in my ear, "You a whole upgrade"
Told her, "You the view I got from them long rough days" (yeah)
[Chorus]
No more broke days, pockets look grown now
Whole fit clean, yeah I’m in my zone now
Tattooed skin, she be tracing every line on me
She look good in that seat, even better when she climb on me (ride)
No more broke days, we ain’t going back
She love this new life, love the way I act
Tattooed skin, yeah, she wanna spend the night on me
She look good in that seat, even better when she climb on me (oh)

rap, Hard-hitting trap beat with thick, distorted bass and crisp hi-hats; male vocals with a confident, laid-back drawl. Verses ride a minimalist groove with occasional pitch-bent synth stabs; hook explodes with stacked, shouted ad-libs and a wider stereo image. Slight saturation on the vocal for grit, short plate reverb, and a halftime switch on the last hook for extra weight., strong