French Montana - Anything But Broke lyrics

[Verse 1: French Montana] Hit that block like twelve bundles Now a n***a G-5 tell number Reduce a fade, shades twelve hundred You know a n***a hot, b**h, twelve summers Ghost boy, thirty-four motherf**ing show boy Yeah, on the motherf**ing road, boy Chef on the motherf**ing stove, boy, Coke Boy Started from the lockout, now buy the block out Started from a dropout Now I bring that drop out Hundred clip, small car, bad b**h, p**n star Get money like an athlete, f** you thought? [Hook (x2): Waka Flocka Flame] Man, them f** boys know Ain't no wins over here We gon' fight and f**ing shoot 'til our souls disappear f** next year, it's 'bout now, n***a Disrespect coming, knock you down, n***a He bleed like me, scared of no n***a Call me anything but a broke n***a [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Tripping off a molly, wish a f** n***a try me Tony got ru's in New York, California, and Raleigh Too turnt, bad b**hes all in to party Playing with they nose, yeah, they high off that Bobby Sorry, you broke and I got money Flexed hard on 'em with the blood-red Rari Young boss sh**, can't run a Maserati Every day call fly spirit in an Audi Free throw, and one, two hands n***a, Elijah Thomas, n***a Run that sh** the f** back I'm from where the boys get rowdy Disrespect me get your head on a bounty No p**y n***a, just real n***as around me Keep your head above water before a n***a drown me Doubt me, that's a no-no n***a Love my boys, no h*mo, n***a Pulled up, no mask, dolo no n***a Bank account with me never solo, n***a Led a couple shots, now he holding his, n***a Waka Flocka Flame show rapping more realer Run down Grove feeling like Godzilla 808 blunts, inhaling that k**er You tripping Can't stand up on Xans Cooking dope with no frying pans Yeah, it taste good, no Auntie Anne's You see that flag hanging out my pants [Hook] [Verse 3: Frenchie] Flocka, that blunt, n***a, you need to pa** it BSM forever macking Throw it up, n***a, what's cracking? What's happening? I'm walking inside of that club and I'm getting that strapping Speed action So if I said that I'm gon' no need for you asking BSM all about a check You might hate us but you gon' show respect n***a wanna act like hoes I'ma show you how that p**y get wet You ain't 'bout that life But you stay talking like you think you is I got all this ice It's a frozen day when I throw my wrists n***as f**ing your chick It's more sell than it gets Fight me over some money n***a, don't shoot me over no b**h Frenchie all on his sh** You iced up, you a lick Bands will make her dance But this forty'll make you strip Yeah [Hook]