Droop-E - Broke b**hes lyrics

[Chorus: *Samples*] I ain't like these broke b**hes I ain't like these broke b**hes I'm gettin' money I ain't like these broke b**hes I ain't like these broke b**hes I'm gettin' money b*atch, broke broke b*atch b*atch, broke broke b*atch [Verse 1: E-40] f** an invitation, we pullin' up unannounced Japanese denims, sh** that you can't pronounce Tryin' to mack a cutie, a beauty, tryin' to score Crafty with the toolie, the hammer, they call me Thor Shoot your best shot, ten to four, seven-eleven Hully gully, pee wee, no catchin Phantom Rolls rack, red and gold, two tone sh**tin' on you saps, irritable bowel syndrome Wordplay workin' like an infomercial salesperson My favorite broccoli strains, Banana Kush and Durban Buscemi in my feet, Nieman Marcus, wanna creep Like The Wu we deep, stomp you out, put you to sleep Hella my n***as be sellin' Belushi and fee-fee Shout out to the trap kitchen and Auntie Fee All my real ones in the state and the federal penitentiary Drinkin pruno and makin' [??? - 1:04] and talkin' to hoes on IG [Chorus: *Samples*] b*atch I ain't like these broke b**hes I ain't like these broke b**hes I'm gettin' money I ain't like these broke b**hes I ain't like these broke b**hes I'm gettin' money b*atch, broke broke b*atch (soo up) b*atch, broke broke b*atch (soo up) JM! [Verse 2: Joe Moses] They say we too litty, no beans it's just silly Call it so bitty, play with us, we tote 50s Ditty Bop too, JM or young Su Here the fly crew, free Nut, my young Boo Out the a** ballin', Band Gang, we go get it Hear the cash callin', ??? Fruits, we throw tools b**h I ??? Mac 11 and ARs, b**h in that order, yeah in that order Young Band Gang, by any means we about cream With a triple beam, serve fiends and sip lean f** a pill popper, for the cash we Wocka Flocka Heard the feds watchin', take a pose and pour lean Pull up twenty deep, do a show the whole gang What it look like? Fifty guns and fifty b**hes, on my Pac sh** [??? - 1:59] bigs that n***a dame on my rock sh** [Chorus: *Samples*] b*atch I ain't like these broke b**hes I ain't like these broke b**hes I'm gettin' money I ain't like these broke b**hes I ain't like these broke b**hes I'm gettin' money b*atch, broke broke b*atch (get get it) b*atch, broke broke b*atch [Verse 3: Jay 305] Get money, get new stuff Came with my old b**h, left with my new one All these flavors baby, you need to choose one [??? - 2:30] n***a Friday, I'm the chosen one I'm so wavy like the sea (yadada) Make a hundred thousand when I touch a beat (yadada) Man my iPhone died on me (yadada) Damn I cracked my iPhone screen (fo' sho', fo' sho') BBS diamonds on 'em, big timin' on 'em Don't break what you can't buy, Pirelli tires on 'em Designer on 'em, Gucci one 'em, Fendi on 'em Chain lookin', chunky, I dookie on 'em Talkin' millions we can talk business Pimp C and Rick James be my mother f**in' witness She graduated from the school of hard thots Jay 305 graduated from the block [Chorus: *Samples*] b*atch I ain't like these broke b**hes I ain't like these broke b**hes I'm gettin' money I ain't like these broke b**hes I ain't like these broke b**hes I'm gettin' money b*atch, broke broke b*atch b*atch, broke broke b*atch