She ain't goin' out like that He thought she'd be sitting home crying She's had enough of feeling like dying Everybody, here comes the life of the party, yeah, she is He might have left her brokenhearted But she ain't goin', goin' out like that But she

Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show I got bitches gettin' naked, throwin' money on the floor Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin' 'cause he broke I ain't never played the bitch, I'm in the game and that's for sure Claustrophobic, dropped

I can pick up some wine I can pick you up in my pick-up truck And we can pick up right where we left off Ain't that what we both want Pick up the pieces girl It ain't that broke Pick up the past and just let it go Put down that over me Never wanna see me

Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back (You ain’t getting checks) Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back D town LAX, every

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up Go to DR, get that fat transfer It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome Full blown, run rich, Brinx

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga

You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo, glo up How you finna shine with all that shade you throw, grow up White Ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer I'd rather be dying than be going broke I would rather die before I lose this though Swear to God You

My girlfriend's got a girlfriend now. Hey mom and dad, I don't know where to start. I hate to break the news, but I got a broken heart. That sweet southern belle, that I met in Tennessee Got a hickey on her neck and it ain't from me. Seems there's

I say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologne And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone Here I go, here I go this that C5 Bitch I’m back, with that