Broke Boi Playboi Carti

[Intro]
(Bitch)
(Ayy, what that ho' talkin' 'bout?)
Hold on (Ayy, uh)
Hold on, hold on, yeah (Yeah)
Cash Carti (Bitch)
Cash (Hold on, money, nigga)
Cash Carti

[Chorus]
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy (Ayy, yeah)
Broke boy, broke boy, ayy, uh
Why should I keep juugin' all these broke boys? (All these broke boys)
In the mall buyin' ice 'cause he a broke boy (He a broke boy), ayy
I can't even kick it with these broke boys (With these broke boys)
He ain't come to buy a pack 'cause he a broke boy ('Cause he a broke boy)

[Verse]
Bitch, I'm goin' through the sack 'cause I'm no broke boy, uh (Goin' through the sack, nigga)
Runnin' up the check on these broke boys (Runnin' up the check, nigga)
Put some bands on your neck and have you murked, boy (Have you murked, boy)
Bitch, I'm ballin' on these niggas, ballin', ayy
Bitch, I'm ballin' on these niggas, first they hatin', he so pussy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't cross your partner, pussy, that's a pussy for some pussy, ayy (Ayy, nigga, what?)
Always talk about me ('Bout me), still ain't never shook me (Shook me)
I'm a real nigga from the Flat, can't overlook me, ayy (Nah)
Fifteen hundred, nigga, if you're tryna come and book me, ayy, uh
Nigga gonna fuckin' book me (Carti, Cash Carti)
Keep the chopper on me, my grandma watchin' me (What? My grandma watchin' me), ayy
Fuck my Jesus piece, I might squeeze the piece (Fuck my Jesus, I might squeeze the piece), uh
Hold out on my way, I done flooded the streets (I done flooded the streets), ayy
And I'm on this lean, I won't make a scene (I won't make a scene), uh
Nigga front on me, I'ma make a scene (I'ma make a scene), uh
Run up in his shit, run up in his shit (Run up in his shit), ayy
Audi (Carti), Bimmer (Yeah)
Benz with the roof up (Yeah, ayy)
Still on this goop punch (Ayy)
Three gram, boof blunt (Yeah, yeah)
High as fuck (Ayy)
Called up some hoes, let's go to Lenox Square (Yeah, yeah, Carti)
Might just go icy my wrist (Carti, Carti)
Might just go cop me some squares (Carti, ayy)
Keep a small circle, I can't fuck with squares (Yeah, yeah, I can't fuck with squares)
Ayy, I had to get it how I got it, nigga, life ain't fair, ayy (Yeah)
Spilled the lean all on my kicks and got another pair, ayy (Yeah)
I say fuck them two hoes, man, I got another pair, damn (Okay, Carti)
Ayy (Yeah), ayy