[Hook: YG]
b**h you broke – shut up
Don't talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f** but I got fed up
We eatin'
All my n***as fed up
You broke – shut up
Don't talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f** but I got fed up
We eatin'
All my n***as fed up
[Verse 1: YG]
You a ho rat, that p**y throwback
I'm tryna f**
You ain't gotta be a scientist to know that
Been to that money, nothin' before that
b**h I'll do you dirty, dirty like a floor mat
Yeah I'm tired of hearin' about what you need, b**h
I'm tired of payin for your weaves, b**h
I'm tired of you f**in' me, tryin' to get pregnant
Knowin' if you had a baby yo' broke a** couldn't help it
I be ridin' through the city bangin' 2 Chainz
I ain't worried ‘bout the police, I got two names
Keep the sharp ‘cause sometimes you gotta do things
She give away that p**y like loose change
Tryna have a n***a baby,sellin' her va-jay-jay
This ain't recess, b**h you know I don't play-play
Just bought a AK just took a vacay
b**h you broke, you need to call Triple A
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[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
How you f** for cash but you not a ho?
And how I'm gon' respect you if your pockets broke?
On your rap sheet a whole lot of bros
It's a clinic on Western b**h you oughta' go
You're broke, your p**y stink, you borrow clothes
Lost the little a** that you had playin' with your nose
I dedicate this to my last ho
Swear I got cash and started actin' like a a**hole
Catch up, keep up, Cutla** with the beat up
I be buyin' pounds, so naw we can't peace up
Rollie with the crown, bet you wanna f** the king, huh?
It's money over b**hes, p**y never f** this thing up
She still fainted when she seen us
I'm a Grade A n***a, yous a C+
I got a room a got a broom, b**h, clean up
Hit the blade, and play my fee up
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[Verse 3: YG]
Shopping at Louis when your baby need WIC
Using vibrators when you know you need dick
b**h you sick, ho you trifling
I heard in the ‘hood your p**y be cyclin'
Nobody wifin' yo a**
Young n***a got dick, no yeah
(Fast money) fast b**hes takin' hot baths
And me and relations don't last
My n***a Mustard got the benzo my clips got extendos
I'm hangin' out the window, bangin' out the widow
Throw it up chunky - wrists all chunky
I heard the homie f**ed and your p**y smell funky
And I ain't used to what you're used to
The only thing in your ear is a Bluetooth
You n***as ain't blinged-out, 20 racks I blow that
5-10-15 I let my n***as hold that
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