Broke Niggas

Lyrics

[Verse 1: G.T.] Shorty wanna fuck but she don't even know I'm taxin' I got some niggas claimin' blood, got some crips say what's crackin' I done fucked the road up from Tennessee to Cincinnati I do the 4 door grand coupe, my bitch whip the caddy I learned respect from my momma, learned the hustle from my daddy My granny used to say I look like my granddaddy My bitch say I never got no time, she can't stand it But the pros I made off my last bag outstanding You want Chanel, you want Dior, you want the Prada, you want Birkin I'm out every day servin', chain water let's go surfin' Like 75 racks what I spent my last purchase What you coppin' cause we workin' Nigga nothin, niggas perpin' (Ayе aye) [Chorus: G.T.] I can't (I can't) I can't talk to these brokе niggas The bitch like scammin' I ain't her type I'm a dope dealer I'm spendin' all this money bitch you better brought some throat with you Rockin' all my fuckin' chains I should've brung a coat with me My nigga need a bag I threw the rope to 'em The hood was gettin' dry I gave some hope to it Niggas get on tracks and get to lyin' on the pro tools A blender and compressor when I'm mixin' these my blow tools [Verse 2: Brill 4 the Thrill] It's a whole lotta money in the room when we step in it 25k on me in a white X5 gettin' neck in it Ran this bitch through the money counter, might bust down my neck with it If he green, I'll sell his ass a Mylar with deps in it Ugh, tryna build me a empire like I'm Ghazi In Yountville with my bitch bustin' down dinner at the French Laundry She bust moves like she breakdancing, gon' ride or die like she Bonnie Just dropped a 6 in a 2 liter got me walkin' round like a zombie We got work so good I give it 2 thumbs up like I'm Fonzi I just left from yo bitch crib, she blew me up like she bombed me Me and Banks in and out the bank and we back to back in them Audi's I slide through and make a hand swap for that money bag then I'm outty [Chorus: G.T.] I can't (I can't) I can't talk to these broke niggas The bitch like scammin' I ain't her type I'm a dope dealer I'm spendin' all this money bitch you better brought some throat with you Rockin' all my fuckin' chains I should've brung a coat with me My nigga need a bag I threw the rope to 'em The hood was gettin' dry I gave some hope to it Niggas get on tracks and get to lyin' on the pro tools A blender and compressor when I'm mixin' these my blow tools