Broke (feat. Stevie Wonder & Keith Urban)

Mo' money, mo'-mo' money

Mo' money, mo' problems

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

whoo yeah

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?

whoo whoo whoo

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

Mo' money, mo'-mo' money

Mo' money, mo' problems

Mo' money, mo' problems

So I'd rather be broke

Ah, mmm, gotta get this damn TV fixed...