Anything But Broke (feat. French Montana & Frenchie)

[Bridge:]

Trippin' off molly with your fuck niggas

Tony got rules in New York, California and robbin'

Too turnt bad bitches all in the party

Playin' with they nose, yeah they high off that Bobby

Sorry you broke and I got money

Flex hard on 'em with the blunt-wrapped Rari

Young boss, shit, can't run a Masarati

Everyday, call, fly spirit in an Audi

Free throw, and one, two hands, nigga, lots of times, nigga

Run that shit the fuck back

[Verse 1:]

Hit that block like twelve bundles

Now a nigga G-5 tell number

Reduce a fade, shades twelve hundred

You know a nigga hot bitch twelve summer

Ghost boy, thirty-four motherfuckin' show boy

Yeah, on the motherfuckin' road boy

Chef on the motherfuckin' stove boy

Coke Boy

Started from the lockout now by the block out

Started from a drop out

Now I bring that drop out

Hundred clip small car bad bitch porn star

Get money like an athlete, fuck you thought?

[Hook:]

Man them fuck boys know

Ain't no wins over here

We gon' fight and fuckin' shoot 'til our souls disappear

Fuck is you 'bout now, nigga?

Disrespect, I'm a knock you down, nigga

He bleed like me, scared of no nigga

Call me anything but a broke nigga

Man them fuck boys know

Ain't no wins over here

We gon' fight and fuckin' shoot 'til our souls disappear

Fuck is you 'bout now, nigga?

Disrespect, I'm a knock you down, nigga

He bleed like me, scared of no nigga

Call me anything but a broke nigga

[Bridge]

[Verse 2:]

I'm from where the boys get rowdy

Disrespect me get your head on a bounty

No pussy niggas, just real niggas around me

Keep your head above water before a nigga drown me

Doubt me, that's a no-no nigga

Love my boys, no homo nigga

Pulled up, no mask, throw no nigga

Bank account with me, never solo nigga

Let off a couple shots now he holdin' his nigga

Waka Flocka Flame show rappin' more realer

Run down Grove feelin' like Gongzilla

808 blunts inhalin' that killer

You trippin'

Can't stand up on Xan's

Cookin' up dope with no fryin' pans

Yeah, it taste good, no Auntie Anne's

You see that flag hangin' out my pants?

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Flocka, that blunt nigga you need to pass it

BSM forever mackin'

Throw it up nigga, what's crackin'?

What's happenin'?

I'm walkin' inside of that club and I'm gettin' that strappin'

Speed action

So if I said that I'm gon' pull it, no need for you askin'

BSM all about the trap

You might hate us but you gon' show us some respect

Nigga wanna act like hoes

I'm a show you how that pussy get wet

You ain't 'bout that life

But you stay talkin' like you think you is

I got all this ice

It's a frozen day when I throw my wrists

Niggas is fuckin' your chick

It's more foul than it gets

Fight me over some money

Nigga don't shoot me over no bitch

Frenchie all over his shit

You ice'd up, you a lick

Bands a make her dance

But this forty will make you strip

Yeah...

[Hook]