Broke (feat. Stevie Wonder and Keith Urban)

Mo' money, mo'-mo' money Mo' money, mo' problem Oh yeah! If I was flipping burgers on the night shift Would you choose me? Would you let me take you home If I drove a hooptie? Cause every time I see you, I be screamin' "Hallelujah" But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya I'm still gonna get stoned So you could go ahead and break your bones Cause all I've ever been told Mo' money, mo' problems, so I'd rather be broke And all my people say, whoo And all my people say, whoo Mo' money, mo' problems So I'd rather be broke You just want one thing My love ain't enough I was so busy tryna make this shit last That I didn't notice she was kissing my cash Cause every time I see you, I be screamin' "Hallelujah" But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya I'm still gonna get stoned So you could go ahead and break your bones Cause all I've ever been told Mo' money, mo' problems, so I'd rather be broke And all my people say, whoo And all my people say, whoo Mo' money, mo' problems So I'd rather be broke Whatcha gonna do when you're out of favors? Are you gonna chase this paper? Whatcha gonna do when the good Lord age ya? Are you gonna chase this paper? Cause all I've ever been told Mo' money, mo' problems So I'd rather be broke Stevie ready for 'em! Mo' money, mo' problems So I'd rather be broke Mo' money, mo'-mo' money Mo' money, mo' problems, baby Mo' money, mo'-mo' money Mo' money, mo' problem Mo' money, mo' problems So I'd rather be broke (Static) Ah, mmm, gotta get this damn TV fixed...