E-40, Jay 305, Joe Moses - Broke Bitches lyrics

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' squares 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', Fruit's
We throw tools bitch I rep
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

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')
VVS 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