Jon Bellion Rich And Broke Lyrics Meaning: Family Over Fortune

Rich And Broke says it outright: money without love is empty. Released June 4, 2025, and the official video released 13 August 2025, animated by Bill Plympton.

Jon Bellion builds the scene, the ground jumps, the first thought is his kids.

Apple Music’s album note frames the song as a look inside his head in an earthquake’s immediate aftermath, a moment where chains and cars lose weight and presence becomes the only currency that counts.

The intro hooks fast, then drum and bass slam the rhythm into motion.

Harmonies sit like bright threads. Little flickers and vocal ad-libs tug the ear.

The track keeps morphing, never stuck in one lane, and honestly, there’s enough variation to spin off four singles, yet it stays one story.

That restless motion primes the turn from flex to family, from proof-of-status to proof-of-care.

Lyrics sketch the contrast in short punches. Big house, heavy chain, car on ten, then the quake bar and a line about the kids that reframes everything.

Apple’s editorial copy quotes the album’s statement of purpose right around this track, pointing at breakbeats, sirens and fractured choirs as the sonic frame for that snap of clarity.

The point is clear: trophies look small when the floor shifts.

That quake detail isn’t a writer’s trick. A magnitude 4.8 earthquake hit near Tewksbury Township, New Jersey on April 5, 2024, and people across New York felt it.

For a Long Island kid turned New York artist, that’s a memory, not a metaphor. The scene reads like recollection, which is why the chorus lands with no debate.

Plympton’s hand-drawn video locks the theme to skin and paper.

Lines wobble a little, images breathe, and the collaboration feels like an animated diary entry.

This wasn’t a quick visualiser, it was built to stand next to the song as its mirror.

Under the hood, credits tell their own story of craft and community.

Credit the stacked vocals (a “crowd” around Bellion), TenRoc’s nervous programming, and Manny Marroquin’s mix, which lets every siren-like pad and wobbling bassline feel like the world tilting.

Bellion’s own words tighten the read. “Rich and Broke is a tantrum. An angry blame game feelin like the culture lied to me. I’m reclaiming what it means to be ‘wealthy’.”

He calls it a spiritual battle episode, fighting generational curses and temptations.

The “devil get out the house” outro cannot be explained on paper, it just hits with blunt force.

He also says it was a conscious choice to play on the edge sonically and reach for the future. That is the energy you hear.

The conclusion from the lyrics is not hazy. Rich And Broke weighs two ledgers. One counts status symbols and outward wins. The other counts who you can carry when the room tilts.

Verse images show the first ledger in detail, then the hook writes the second in one sentence: if love and safety are missing, you’re broke.

The mid-section softens into a house-prayer voice, closer to a lullaby than a sermon, which is where the song shows its aim.

Protection is the measure. That’s the meaning.

Production choices underline the idea instead of explaining it.

Breakbeat pace gives the verses nervous electricity. Choir stacks thicken into a kind of crowd around him. Siren-like pads flash past the window.

Under the official video, early comments revolve around the quake bar and the “new-age rich” idea, and fan threads note how the song feels both familiar to Bellion’s catalogue and newly focused on care and stewardship.

The video’s comments are dynamic, but the themes are consistent: protection first, status last.

So what is the song about, plainly, after walking through the words and the way they hit.

Wealth is a mirror with the wrong angle. You can fill it with houses and engines and metals, but the moment the floor shakes, it only reflects who you hold.

Bellion picks family, then builds a record that moves like adrenaline and ends like a prayer.

If love is the only thing you can spend in an emergency, what balance would your life show right now.

Jon Bellion Broke And Rich Lyrics

Intro
All that money, you broke as fuck

Verse 1
Loose change
Still can’t buy you time
Loose change
Fuck it, I change my mind
Oh, my home’s not a foreign place
Boys need me, need to see my face
You got the watch with the foreign face
But all of your boys see a foreign face

Chorus
I felt the earthquake in New York
I was in my goose down bed
I was in my big, big house
With a whip outside on ten
Thought a bomb had dropped outside
Had a big chain ’round my neck
That I worked for my whole life
But the first thought was my kids
I felt the earthquake in New York
I was in my goose down bеd
I was in my big, big house
With a whip outside on ten
Thought a bomb had droppеd outside
Had a big chain ’round my neck
That I worked for my whole life
But the first thought was my kids

Post-Chorus
We believed you
We fell for it
All that money, you broke as fuck
This the new-age rich

Verse 2
Don’t you dare leave my arms (Don’t you dare leave my arms)
Rest your head in my heart (Rest your head in my heart)
If less of me will give you more, I’m strangling my pride
Light of my life, lay down my life

Chorus
I felt the earthquake in New York
I was in my goose down bed
I was in my big, big, big, big, b-big
With a whip outside on ten
Thought a bomb had dropped outside
Had a big chain ’round my neck
That I worked for my whole life
But the first thought was my kids
I felt the earthquake in New York
I was in my goose down bed
I was in my big, big house
With a whip outside on ten
Thought a bomb had dropped outside
Had a big chain ’round my neck
That I worked for my whole life
But the first thought was my—

Bridge
Ooh, when the morning comes
When the morning comes
When the morning comes, when the morning comes
When the morning comes to hurt the family
We say
Son of the morning comes to take the family
We say
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
When the morning comes to hurt the family
We say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
We say
Son of the morning comes to take the family
We say
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house (I say)
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house (I say)
Devil, get out the house
I will never let you take my fa—
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house

Chorus
I felt the earthquake in New York, York, York, York
I was in my goose down bed
I felt the earthquake in New York, York
With the whip outside on ten
Thought a bomb had dropped outside
Had dropped outside, had dropped outside
That I worked for my whole life, life, life, life, li—
I felt the earthquake in New York, York, York, York
I was in my goose down bed
I felt the earthquake in New York, York
With the whip outside on ten
Thought a bomb had dropped outside
Had dropped outside, had dropped outside
That I worked for my whole life, life, life, life

Outro
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house
Devil, get out the house