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 (soo up)

Biatch, broke broke biatch (soo up)

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 (get get it)

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 (yadada)

Make a hundred thousand when I touch a beat (yadada)

Man my iPhone died on me (yadada)

Damn I cracked my iPhone screen (fo' sho', fo' sho')

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