Broke Ass Hoes

Lyrics

[Intro] [?] broke ass hoes Broke ass hoes And I really hate broke ass hoes [Chorus] Huh, like what you waitin' for? When I ain't have a dollar to my name, I had to play a hoe Huh, like what you waitin' for? When I ain't have a dollar to my name, I had to play a hoe Nothin' comin' to a sleeper but a dream When I ain't had no paper, I turned my fam' to fiends [Verse 1] Uh, get up and go out, get something Same AMIRI jeans, three months straight Man, these niggas frontin' And, this bitch, she only hit my line when she need money All these carats on me like I'm feeding bunnies Hey, ain't nobody tеll you, "Get more bees with honey"? It takе hundreds to get hundreds Rubber band, I'm about to stretch the money It's like I told a joke When I ain't had nothing, they looked at me funny If only I had grabbed this shit, get chopped Put it in a good bag, shit get copped On the block, day and night, gotta' look out for cops Look like money, you could make some money He can get guap', finna' shut out the cops Smear head to toe, got the drip on the rocks They say your plan could make or break a man I spin like ceiling fans, I sell 'em Zatarain's [Interlude: Mandal] You got to get on your grind, man God d—! Even when I'm sleepin', I'm grindin' I'm like Salvador Dali, man I put something in my head so when I drop, I want them to get workin' [Verse 2] Ain't no reason you should be broke You could sell Kleenex, you could sell coke One might lead down a clean street One might lead down a dark road Nothing that I need from a bro code Niggas be "bro" when you got dough Ain't got twins, just tint in the door He ain't got bread, but always wanna' go Go to the strip club, don't wanna' throw Time for the photo, always wanna' pose Up in the A.M. mad this morning Should've spent time gettin' to the money Ain't had fun, then you had to hit a lick Chip on my shoulder, had to find dip Slip on the door, had to hit a nigga with the rent Had to get dirty and grimy for the grip You ain't ever had to grow up like this Diggin' through the couch tryna' find ten cents I sold CD's, I sold piff Grab me a Sharpie, make a R&B mix Nigga get hungry? Then smell your armpit Grab some bologna, put mustard on it Boil you some grits, put sugar on it Ain't no way I'm going to bed hungry [Chorus] Huh, like what you waitin' for? When I ain't have a dollar to my name, I had to play a hoe Huh, like what you waitin' for? When I ain't have a dollar to my name, I had to play a hoe Nothin' comin' to a sleeper but a dream When I ain't had no paper, I turned my fam' to fiends