B Ham - Leave Broke lyrics

[Hook: Chris Brown] She working that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable She outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable She be working that body, I'mma leave broke, leave broke Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'mma leave broke, leave broke [Verse 1: Famous Fresh] Baby got a booty like a onion In Secret Sunday, poppin' bottles, throwin' money Lame n***as in the corner, broke, ballin' on a budget Baby droppin' from the cellin', bust it open for one hunnit, you bad Lookin' like you came out a pageant All that a**, like you made by Satan Got all this cash like n***a was Italian My car go fast, let me take you to my palace, skrr Her body marked up with ink Brown skin with her weave She a dope girl in the streets, freak in the sheets Somethin' sweet to eat, sadity Shoes by Fendi, fine like Kimmy When she move got a n***a hypnotized, no Biggie She only f** with bad boys like Diddy So you wanna ride with me, top down through the city Cuban links and gold Rollies Birkin bags filled with dead homies Damn it's my type But shawty, back that a** up for me, worldie Workin' her body like she a pro Twerkin' slow, touchin' her toes Up and down on that pole Got me throwin' bread 'til I go broke [Hook: Chris Brown] She working that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable She outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable She be working that body, I'mma leave broke, leave broke Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'mma leave broke, leave broke [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Girl come and vibe with a rich n***a I'm rockin' skinny jeans like it make my dick bigger I pay 100 for that a**, I'm a sick n***a I'm pourin' up the codeine, I don't sip liquor Man these f** n***as ballin' on a budget b**hes know that I been ballin' and I love it Martian lens, we smokin' skins ups and a bucket Hou-Town with me, come and go two rounds with me, you know a fade is nothin' I got a b**h with a body, call her ba** and percussion With my hands throwin' bands, she gon' stand for nothin' You cuffin', you probably workin' with the man or somethin' I'm African bandstand, how my n***as is drummin' And you n***as wanna be like Smokin' weed and flyin' on a G5 Bust a gun for my n***as from the east side n***a sling gold records like bean pies I love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole You know all my lil n***as is trained to go Dark night Lamborghini, red painted in gold In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo, oh I'm throwin' 100s and givin' them babies, yeah And if you drink what I drink, you think that I'm crazy [Hook: Chris Brown] Cause she working that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable She outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable She be working that body, I'mma leave broke, leave broke Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'mma leave broke, leave broke