Travis Porter - Make Me Sick lyrics

[Intro] Broke n***as make me sick (Throw up) Broke b**hes talk to much (Traaaavvvvviee) [Chorus] Y'all f** n***as make me sick in the club y'all think y'all stunting These hoes on my dick tryna get a little check, b**h you a'int about nothing Wake up in the morning, go for the day go get this money Feel some type of way when a broke n***a round me kinda feel funny (Whhyy) Broke n***as make me sick (Throw up) Broke n***as make me sick (Throw up) x7 [Verse 1: Ali] Hold up I'm back on, exclusive fashion This little Italian, I'm f**ing up her back bone Don't speak her language so I order me Rosetta Stone You know the pimping strong, you know the mack strong Stay with a mixed b**h, ain't on no shrimp sh** Little shawty say she want a n***a with some benefits Well that's me, go by the name of Ali But some hoes call me Lakeem, and I'm slick under 6 feet So that means I'm 5'8", and yes you know the s** great I can take you to my place, and fix you a dinner plate My n***a do real estate so I got cribs across the States Baby if you tryna stay then move them panties out the way (Goooone) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Quez] She said broke n***as make her nauseous Better watch your back cause you're still in the club, shawty getting cautious (Cause n***a you broke) And in my pocket i keep cheddar cheese And on my Shrimp Alfredo I'ma need some extra cheese Don't get in my car and if you do don't scratch my leather please (Oh no) And I'm kinda low so first can you turn up my levels please (Now I'm to turnt up) Now who let all these girls in And if these girls in here they better not be your girlfriends And if it is then I guess gonna be some drama, my bank account got commas (Commas) And I'm thinking about buying a McDonald's (Ha ha ha) Boy you crazy, but you getting paid now all these ladies want your baby Broke n***as make me sick uuhhh [Chorus] [Verse 3: Strap] OK I know how to ball, what do you know how to do? You n***as too small, stomp you like them Kappa dudes M.O.N.E.Y. That's what all the b**hes say And I can't even lie, I'm feeling like a trick today About to throw a tip away, this what all the strippers say Baby I got two jobs, I do this and real estate You know she get super cake, broke n***as make her sick (Throw up throw up throw up) Cause broke n***as ain't bout sh** like, how you in the club twenty n***as and one bottle I'm higher than a kite in a whip with all these models Money, respect, and power, dollars and dollars and dollars and more dollars [Chorus]