Now I know y'all have been brought up
To believe that a brother can only be either a broke brother
Or a baller
But see, y'all have been misinformed because it's no longer that simple
So allow me to remix that instrumental and inform ya
As I break down the formula of this new phenomenon of...
...the Broke Baller!
What is a Broke Baller?
See, I'm broke based on my economics
But I'm a baller based on my bombness
'Cause I'm the hottest!
(And on top of that, I'm modest.)
'Cause it's not always about the fattest wad or the baddest ride
Because being a Broke Baller is based on
how you feel about yourself inside.
I stand comfortably amidst the company of cats with
tighter ends to justify their means
higher green$
and "20-inch mo-mo's" on the tires of their machines.
You could put me up against cats with
continentals, monuments, and condominiums
Getting chased by lots of chickens
Who hire out Donald Trump's accountants for stock tips
And incredibly you will see me steadily measure up readily
Armed with confidence and optimism
Even though I know I ain't got a pot to piss in.
Because though they never leave home without their American Express
I always roam with something that, when they went shopping,
they forgot to get
And that would be my:
Clever creativity, saucy sarcasm, original aura,
individuality and intelligence
You know: the Hotness!
(Plus, did I mention I'm modest?)
I stand on line outside the VIP laughing inside
At cats who spent their first month's salary
From their brand new jay-oh-bee
Just so they could stunt outside in a stretch limo
Trying to pull them some slim hoes
When what them bro's don't know about them hoes
Is that them hoes only got in close just so they could go:
"Oh, I thought that was old dude from the videos..."
See, even big ballers have big competition
And if you get caught up in that kind of competition
Then there's a lot to life you're missing
And what these villains ain't getting about these chickens
Is that they want a nigga with enough scrilla
To fix their credit rating
And change their tax bracket and living condition
So all that cash you're flashing is just one portion
Because nowadays it's no longer just your jewelry or your Jordans
These shorties want a baller with that fame AND that fortune.
But I just subtly smile, sit back, and watch the game go down
And you say I'm hating when I say "slow down"
But that's YO' problem, because unlike you
I only came to the club
to feel the vibe,
enjoy the music
and unwind with my Crew
And if perchance I do decide I want to pursue a lil' Boo
Then best believe I'ma save the spiel
About how I'ma pay her "bill$, bill$, bill$"
But instead I will come frankly to a young lady
And say to she:
"Check this out, baby
Now I know it's negroes with limos and Benzos up in the club
But you know that new Nike with the 'frog eyes'?
'I got dat bitch on DUBS!'
And I see that big baller looking at you hard
And yeah, you could be his honey
But what will y'all talk about
When you get tired of talking about money?
And before you even look at me strange
I'm not even trying to lie and say
That in this world I'm not trying to make a little change
Because in this capitalist society, that wouldn't be too smart
What I am saying is that even when I do get big baller fund$
I will still be a Broke Baller at heart!
Meaning that my true people will never have to call me shady
Because no matter how much money I make,
MONEY WILL NEVER MAKE ME!
Because I'm a Broke Baller, baby!
Broke only by economics
But a Baller based on my bombness
The Hottest!
(But yet so modest!)
Because it's not always the fattest wad or the baddest ride
Because being a Broke Baller is based on how you feel inside
And if the world ever caught up to my thoughts
Then everybody in this club would become a Broke Baller at heart
But until then, I'm Droopy; glad to meet ya
And I'm just that Broke Baller
Looking for my Broke Baller-ina..."
© 2000, Drew Anderson, all rights reserved.