Broke Boy

(album: Boochie Gang - 2018)

Broke ass nigga, you ain't living like a boss, huh
I'm the CEO, I ain't got no boss, huh
You went and cuffed that ho, I ain't got no main bitch
I'm with another ho, I don't fuck the same bitch
I iced out my Patek Philippe 'cause I don't rock that plain shit
I'm way up higher, private jets, I don't like airplanes bitch
Tryna leave the strip club with her and who she came with
No cameras 'cause these groupie hoes be fiending for that fame shit

She like do you remember me? no, I don't know your name bitch
I got short term memory, refresh it in my brain bitch
Beat up the trap like Sugar Ray, I made a bankroll today
P's and them O's, I'm serving J's, received a shipment today
My car's a pretty motherfucker, it's a beautiful day
I brought that thing out just to see the frowns on these niggas' face
Don't gamble with your life unless you wanna lose it today
My pistol fresh up out the box, I just might use it today
I let the junkie snort a line and he tried eating the plate
I whipped the chicken and hatched the egg, it must be Easter today
They took you on a lick and you didn't get a piece of the cake
And if the judge sentence me thirty, I'll try jumping the gate
I'm 'bout my cookie dough, bitch I got Krispy Kreme in the safe
I popped so many pills that it make me look mean in the face
I pull my dick up out her mouth and then I semened her face
I'm 'bout my cake, so I may go get me a Zinger today

Broke ass nigga, you ain't living like a boss, huh
I'm the CEO, I ain't got no boss, huh
You went and cuffed that ho, I ain't got no main bitch
I'm with another ho, I don't fuck the same bitch
I iced out my Patek Philippe 'cause I don't rock that plain shit
I'm way up higher, private jets, I don't like airplanes bitch
Tryna leave the strip club with her and who she came with
No cameras 'cause these groupie hoes be fiending for that fame shit

I catch a case, ain't nothing to say, I put some money away
Take it to trial, I call my lawyer Jew, he mean on the case
You only see the light 'cause bitch I got this beam on your face
You superhero to these hoes, I don't be needing a cape
You ain't gettin money nigga like me, for you it's easy to say
Bitch I'm gettin money now and all my shooters easy to pay
I keep that nigga Kid with me and we got albums to play
And we wouldn't be surprised if one of 'em go platinum today
I'm tryna hide the pain, I put my Jesus piece in the way
She suck my dick on a futon, she said she like how it taste
I garbage bag a bitch, I'm quick to throw a skeezer away
She love to shop for me, I might just swipe her Visa today
I fuck you off this Adderall, girl we gon' beat all day
Tell a broke nigga pull out your money and he take all day
You got a Cubic Zirconia chain and watch, this shit all fake
I'm getting money, Ben Franklin who I be with all day

Broke ass nigga, you ain't living like a boss, huh
I'm the CEO, I ain't got no boss, huh
You went and cuffed that ho, I ain't got no main bitch
I'm with another ho, I don't fuck the same bitch
I iced out my Patek Philippe 'cause I don't rock that plain shit
I'm way up higher, private jets, I don't like airplanes bitch
Tryna leave the strip club with her and who she came with
No cameras 'cause these groupie hoes be fiending for that fame shit