Broke Language
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
I'mma get them bags in boost up the economy
I'm out of this world nigga feeling like astronomy
Hit it from the back she can't stay man she got to leave
Ten bad bitches I need all of them for one of me
Rackies to the ceiling I do not have apologies
Throw it in the air watch it fall like a lot of leaves
If you ain't got a budget tell me why the fuck you bother me
Taxing all these niggaz got them asking why he charging me
Pull up in dodge kill 'em no charge
Xotti so loud what is that noise
I'm in the ring pretty boy Floyd
Bag too small I want it large
Taking off out of here like a satellite
I'mma walk in the sky every day and night
Like a plumber lil bitch I'mma lay the pipe
I be pimping these bitches like Dolemite
Poppin shit bitches love when I'm stunning
Serving zips out the spot and they running
Making plays every second they coming
Do this shit for my fam in the country
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
Heavy dripping designer my fashion
I'mma get me a bag with a passion
Hope you getting some clout with the capping
No complaining I just made it happen
I can take them to school with the swagger
I done played in the dirt honey badger
Multiplying the money no factor
Rocking out turning up on these bastards
The money came faster I preach like a pastor
I fuck then I pass her I'm not like these rappers
These niggaz some actors my niggaz some thrashers
Feel like it's smoke we pull up like door dashers
I'm one of one so there won't be no after
Autobiography I wrote a chapter
Friday the thirteenth I kill them no slasher
Break down the xotti I got on a platter
I'm in the wraith today when I pull up and hop out it's homicide
Skydweller outta hear on my life go get a bag I won't tell em twice
Remember like yesterday taking these chances I roll the dice
She look at the whip and she say it's nice
Stars in the roof and they not outside
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
I'mma get them bags in boost up the economy
I'm out of this world nigga feeling like astronomy
Hit it from the back she can't stay man she got to leave
Ten bad bitches I need all of them for one of me
Rackies to the ceiling I do not have apologies
Throw it in the air watch it fall like a lot of leaves
If you ain't got a budget tell me why the fuck you bother me
Taxing all these niggaz got them asking why he charging me
Pull up in dodge kill 'em no charge
Xotti so loud what is that noise
I'm in the ring pretty boy Floyd
Bag too small I want it large
Taking off out of here like a satellite
I'mma walk in the sky every day and night
Like a plumber lil bitch I'mma lay the pipe
I be pimping these bitches like Dolemite
Poppin shit bitches love when I'm stunning
Serving zips out the spot and they running
Making plays every second they coming
Do this shit for my fam in the country
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
Heavy dripping designer my fashion
I'mma get me a bag with a passion
Hope you getting some clout with the capping
No complaining I just made it happen
I can take them to school with the swagger
I done played in the dirt honey badger
Multiplying the money no factor
Rocking out turning up on these bastards
The money came faster I preach like a pastor
I fuck then I pass her I'm not like these rappers
These niggaz some actors my niggaz some thrashers
Feel like it's smoke we pull up like door dashers
I'm one of one so there won't be no after
Autobiography I wrote a chapter
Friday the thirteenth I kill them no slasher
Break down the xotti I got on a platter
I'm in the wraith today when I pull up and hop out it's homicide
Skydweller outta hear on my life go get a bag I won't tell em twice
Remember like yesterday taking these chances I roll the dice
She look at the whip and she say it's nice
Stars in the roof and they not outside
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
Broke is a language I don't understand
Play with the profit I fuck up these bands
Hotter than fire and cool as a fan
Turn up the heat you might get a tan
Hop on the leer and go to Japan
I got a foreign bitch she from Iran
Run it up Run it up that is the plan
Jay's on my feet whenever I land
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Writer(s): Reginald Hardemon
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