[Intro] Shh. Stop showing everybody everything. Nicka, act broke. [Hook] Act broke. Keep the money out the post. Act broke. Let 'em think you doing the most... least. Whole time account obese. I learned being underestimated cheap. Act broke. Act broke. Rich enough to know attention cost more. [Verse 1] Old Tahoe, big account. That's hilarious. Nicka pulled beside me flexing rentals, acting various. Chain loud. Bank quiet. That's backwards as fuck. He got forty thousand followers and four hundred bucks. I ain't judging. I'm observing. Big difference. Used to want everybody knowing. Now I value interference. Every time you post a purchase, somebody counting your pocket. Every time you post location, somebody mentally plotting. Nah. I like mystery. “Bro, what you making?” Enough. “What you driving?” Something paid. “What your house cost?” Mind your fucking business, have a wonderful day. [Hook] Act broke. Keep the money out the post. Act broke. Let 'em think you doing the most... least. Whole time account obese. I learned being underestimated cheap. Act broke. Act broke. Rich enough to know attention cost more. [Verse 2] Used to buy bottles in sections for people I don't remember. Spent rent money looking rich every weekend in December. Now I buy assets boring as hell. Sexy? No. Effective? Yep. Ain't nobody dancing on a spreadsheet, but that motherfucker cut checks. My young boy said, “You changed.” Hell yeah. Growth should. If thirty-year-old me moved like nineteen, I'd be dumb as wood. Still love wheels. Still love bass. Still want nice-ass shit. Difference is I don't need strangers confirming that I'm lit. That's expensive insecurity. I canceled that subscription. Now the loudest thing about me is the motor and ambition. [Beat Mute] What you got? Nothing. How much you make? Nothing. Can I borrow— Definitely nothing. [Hook] Act broke. Keep the money out the post. Act broke. Let 'em think you doing the most... least. Whole time account obese. I learned being underestimated cheap. Act broke. Act broke. Rich enough to know attention cost more. [Verse 3] Fake friend sniff money like blood in water. Soon as people think you up, every cousin need a starter. “Bro, invest in this.” “Bro, lend me five.” “Bro, remember when—” Nicka, we went to school together. That don't make us next of kin. Woman meet you and immediately start pricing what you wear? Red flag. Real love wanna know your heart, not authenticate the gear. I ain't hiding from generosity. I'll help who really need. But attention got a tax bracket and flexing feeds greed. That's the bar. Attention got a tax bracket. Run it back. Some people go broke trying to convince broke people they ain't broke. Imagine that. [Bridge] Quiet money. Loud bass. Old shirt. Clean cash. No location. No stack pics. No proving shit to no average. That's peace. [Final Hook] Act broke. Let 'em think the well dry. Act broke. You ain't gotta explain why. Whole time portfolio thick. Bills paid. Family straight. That's rich. Act broke. Act broke. Because the smartest flex sometimes is ain't showing shit. [Outro] “Damn bro, you still driving that?” Yep. It's paid for. How your payment going? ... Exactly.
