King Bert, Tyga - Broke Bitch lyrics

Yeah, King Bert, Sup kill em' in the dirt

I'm Chilling with the homies
Smoking weed, Drinking beer
I don't think that I make it more clear
Im feelin right feelin tight
Getting drunk (drunk)
Ima fuck a bitch tonight
Maybe ill fuck this bitch (i don't know)
Or her over there i don't give a shit
As long as she's got hair
But only on her head and none down below
I don't want her lookin like no kinda fellow
I ain't gay i don't swing like that
If anyone say that I do
I'll hit em' with a bat
Straight to the dome, ill kill you (yeah)
Now your dead and gone

Im chillen with the homies
Getting dummied, yeah i have noooo
Money no money at all

Im so damn broke (HA) its pretty funny
When I get paid i spend all my money
I spend it on my mama nope, that a lie
I spend it on me cause im fuckin fly
If you don't believe look at my shoes
They're dirty and old man
Just like your mama too
I tore up that clitorus i fucked that hoe
It's like I said, she's dirty and old
It was fuckin gross
I don't know why I did it
It was a fucking chore man, shit
Yo, i did it for community service and more
Peace

And mo', and mo', and mo', dead hoe, dead
Hoe, and mo', dead hoe, and mo' Uhhhh
Ahh ah yeah uh PEACE

It's that young beasty nigga
Brrr hah stick em
It's still no fitteds, Dupont finish
Courtside tickets, a Laker in my city
Purple like Grimace roof pop like titties
Pound sign - sit your ass down, bitch
I'm busy i'm balling like a bitch
- all-blue Ken Griffies
Use the chicken rotisserie
Squeeze the? to your lemon
Everything I do new, nigga
Cut the red ribbon give me space to the left
Leave your face indented
There's too many women
Why these niggas out there staring?
T-Raw Mclaren, boy flayer than a parrot
Me and that money got a merit
I was the first to pop her cherry

Now it's big living, fast cars, model women
Penthouse, hella-chains - why you tripping?

Money & Liquor money & Liquor
Money & Liquor tyga Tyga
Nigga nigga