Broke

Running to this guap, tryin' get to the k
I'm tryin' to get this money, tryin' to stack it to the top
And I know you mad, cause your girl she play my song
Yeah, she play my song, yeah

Yo' girl hit me up she said she tryin' to spend the night
Made like ten bands, so much money in my sight
I was really broke now the water on my neck
Designer all on me, don't think it don't cost a check
Put the .40 to your temple, and it feel so cold
All up on my line and you soundin' so bold
And these diamonds on my wrist, yeah they feeling so cold

Yeah, yeah, aye

Niggas cappin' yeah you niggas so broke
She on her knees she ain't praying to the pope
Red beam and it's aimed at your nose
I got designer on my chest and on my toes
Aye, different colors in my lean
Rollin' off a magic bean
Broke nigga, you a fiend
And my pockets so mean
Aye, sippin on wok, ain't sippin no liquor
The pussy ain't sweet, then I can't fuck with her
You're talkin' that shit, straight off of Twitter
You say that you're big, but Imma be bigger
My neck is so cold, remind me of winter
You ain't my slime, you always so bitter
Your pockets are skinny, my pockets are fitter
Countin' those twenties, you broke, there's nothing to talk about
My money stay yappin' all day, so Imma just talk it out
Yo' girl talkin' mad, I might have to calm her down
Loading my clip, that shit's like a hundred rounds

In the foreign, snortin' lines, cause I made it
I'm just counting up this money, why they hatin'
You a broke boy you a lame, no, you can't hit my line
If we ain't talkin' money, no, I ain't wasting time

Yo' girl hit me up she said she tryin' to spend the night
Made like ten bands, so much money in my sight
I was really broke now the water on my neck
Designer all on me, don't think it don't cost a check
Put the .40 to your temple, and it feel so cold
All up on my line and you soundin' so bold
And these diamonds on my wrist, yeah they feeling so cold



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Writer(s): Nelson Dowden
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