broke bitches

i ain't like these broke bitches

i ain't like these broke bitches

i'm gettin' money

i ain't like these broke bitches

i ain't like these broke bitches

i'm gettin' money

biatch

broke broke biatch

biatch

broke broke biatch

fuck an invitation

we pullin' up unannounced

japanese denims

shit that you can't pronounce

tryin' to mack a cutie

a beauty

tryin' to score

crafty with the toolie

the hammer

they call me thor

shoot your best shot

ten to four

seven-eleven

hully gully

pee wee

no catchin

phantom rolls rack

red and gold

two tone

shittin' on you saps

irritable bowel syndrome

wordplay workin' like an infomercial salesperson

my favorite broccoli strains

banana kush and durban

buscemi in my feet

nieman marcus

wanna creep

like the wu we deep

stomp you out

put you to sleep

hella my niggas be sellin' belushi and fee-fee

shout out to the trap kitchen and auntie fee

all my real ones in the state and the federal penitentiary

drinkin pruno and makin' and talkin' to hoes on ig

biatch

i ain't like these broke bitches

i ain't like these broke bitches

i'm gettin' money

i ain't like these broke bitches

i ain't like these broke bitches

i'm gettin' money

biatch

broke broke biatch

biatch

broke broke biatch

jm!

they say we too litty

no beans it's just silly

call it so bitty

play with us

we tote 50s

ditty bop too

jm or young su

here the fly crew

free nut

my young boo

out the ass ballin'

band gang

we go get it

hear the cash callin'

fruits

we throw tools

bitch i

mac 11 and ars

bitch in that order

yeah in that order

young band gang

by any means we about cream

with a triple beam

serve fiends and sip lean

fuck a pill popper

for the cash we wocka flocka

heard the feds watchin'

take a pose and pour lean

pull up twenty deep

do a show the whole gang

what it look like? fifty guns and fifty bitches

on my pac shit

bigs that nigga dame on my rock shit

biatch

i ain't like these broke bitches

i ain't like these broke bitches

i'm gettin' money

i ain't like these broke bitches

i ain't like these broke bitches

i'm gettin' money

biatch

broke broke biatch

biatch

broke broke biatch

get money

get new stuff

came with my old bitch

left with my new one

all these flavors baby

you need to choose one

nigga friday

i'm the chosen one

i'm so wavy like the sea

make a hundred thousand when i touch a beat

man my iphone died on me

damn i cracked my iphone screen

bbs diamonds on 'em

big timin' on 'em

don't break what you can't buy

pirelli tires on 'em

designer on 'em

gucci one 'em

fendi on 'em

chain lookin'

chunky

i dookie on 'em

talkin' millions we can talk business

pimp c and rick james be my mother fuckin' witness

she graduated from the school of hard thots

jay 305 graduated from the block

biatch

i ain't like these broke bitches

i ain't like these broke bitches

i'm gettin' money

i ain't like these broke bitches

i ain't like these broke bitches

i'm gettin' money

biatch

broke broke biatch

biatch

broke broke biatch