Broke

Y'all niggas broke, make ya bands do some push ups
Y'all niggas broke, make ya bands do some push ups
My bitch bad, she don't even have to stand up
My bitch bad, she don't even have to stand up
Y'all niggas broke, better get ya frames iced up
Y'all niggas broke, better to get ya wrist frozed up
These niggas broke, these niggas broke
These niggas broke, homie need to get his bands up

Flashing that money, yea I know you never had shit
Just a bum ass nigga, trying to act rich
Just another nigga faking, trying to be Mitch
In real life, you ain't nothing but a real bitch
Big bank, take little bank
You seafood, I'm a shark in this fish tank
Thought you was doing something pulling out that little grand
I'm trying to tell y'all niggas dog I got big bands
Fuck you throw band in ya bitch face
Let her blow me, so she know how a king taste
In and out, money coming and money going
4 In the morning dog and we still going
Gallons of that liquor yea and we still pouring
Kyrie in the forth quarter and we still scoring
Who gone stop me, look around not a damn soul
Keep believe them broke stories ya man's told
Apply pressure to these bums then watch them fold
Beat a hoe nigga in his face, until he cold
Man I ain't playing with these hoe niggas
Im trying to tell you I'll slap one of these hoe niggas
All you hating ass niggas get ya money up
Call me Dr. King, homie come and get this tummy tuck
What the fuck, took his head off, homie shouldve duck
Try ya luck, if you really bout it,then knuckle up
I'm the man, i fuck a nigga bitch, yea I'm him him
If you hungry, pull that stick out, feed an slim jim
Is it dead, yea that nigga dead, put him in the dirt
Flex on him, fuck that nigga wife, make his heart hurt
Im Just out here for the money don't mind me
Y'all broke, hoe niggas, don't remind me
I want the power, what's a ghost without a Tommy
I'm cloud surfing, you'll never find me
I want the dime piece, you can keep the Jessica
Off the top of this, like a wrestler
Ha
Fuck what y'all niggas talking about
Getting money is the only thang I think about

Get ya money up
Get ya money babe
Get ya money up
Get ya money babe

My bitch bitch bad she don't even got to stand up
Yo bitch bad, make that hoe do some sit ups
My bitch bad she don't even have to stand up
My bitch bad ohh
My bitch bad shit
Big rubber bands
Nigga I'm the fucking man
Big rubber bands
Nigga I'm the fucking man

Y'all niggas broke, make ya bands do some push ups
Y'all niggas broke, make ya bands do some push ups
My bitch bad, she don't even have to stand up
My bitch bad, she don't even have to stand up
Y'all niggas broke, better get ya frames iced up
Y'all niggas broke, better to get ya wrist frozed up
These niggas broke, these niggas broke
These niggas broke, homie need to get his bands up



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Writer(s): Martel Bates
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