Broke Boy lyrics

[Chorus]

Broke ass nigga, you ain't livin' like a boss, huh

I'm the CEO, I ain't got no boss, huh

You went and cuffed that ho, I ain't got no main bitch

I'm with another ho, I don't fuck the same bitch

I iced out my Patek Philippe 'cause I don't rock that plain shit

I'm way up higher, private jets, I don't like airplanes bitch

Tryna leave the strip club with her and who she came with

No cameras 'cause these groupie hoes be fiendin' for that fame shit

[Verse]

She like do you remember me? no, I don't know your name bitch

I got short term memory, refresh it in my brain bitch

Beat up the trap like Sugar Ray, I made a bankroll today

P's and them O's, I'm servin' J's, received a shipment today

My car's a pretty motherfucker, it's a beautiful day

I brought that thing out just to see the frowns on these niggas' face

Don't gamble with your life unless you wanna lose it today

My pistol fresh up out the box, I just might use it today

I let the junkie snort a line and he tried eatin' the plate

I whipped the chicken and hatched the egg, it must be Easter today

They took you on a lick and you didn't get a piece of the cake

And if the judge sentence me thirty, I'll try jumpin' the gate

I'm 'bout my cookie dough, bitch I got Krispy Kreme in the safe

I popped so many pills that it make me look mean in the face

I pull my dick up out her mouth and then I semened her face

I'm 'bout my cake, so I may go get me a Zinger today

[Chorus]

Broke ass nigga, you ain't livin' like a boss, huh

I'm the CEO, I ain't got no boss, huh

You went and cuffed that ho, I ain't got no main bitch

I'm with another ho, I don't fuck the same bitch

I iced out my Patek Philippe 'cause I don't rock that plain shit

I'm way up higher, private jets, I don't like airplanes bitch

Tryna leave the strip club with her and who she came with

No cameras 'cause these groupie hoes be fiendin' for that fame shit

[Verse 2]

I catch a case, ain't nothing to say, I put some money away

Take it to trial, I call my lawyer Jew, he mean on the case

You only see the light 'cause bitch I got this beam on your face

You superhero to these hoes, I don't be needin' a cape

You ain't gettin money nigga like me, for you it's easy to say

Bitch I'm gettin money now and all my shooters easy to pay

I keep that nigga Kid with me and we got albums to play

And we wouldn't be surprised if one of 'em go platinum today

I'm tryna hide the pain, I put my Jesus piece in the way

She suck my dick on a futon, she said she like how it taste

I garbage bag a bitch, I'm quick to throw a skeezer away

She love to shop for me, I might just swipe her Visa today

I fuck you off this Adderall, girl we gon' beat all day

Tell a broke nigga pull out your money and he take all day

You got a Cubic Zirconia chain and watch, this shit all fake

I'm gettin' money, Ben Franklin who I be with all day

[Chorus]

Broke ass nigga, you ain't livin' like a boss, huh

I'm the CEO, I ain't got no boss, huh

You went and cuffed that ho, I ain't got no main bitch

I'm with another ho, I don't fuck the same bitch

I iced out my Patek Philippe 'cause I don't rock that plain shit

I'm way up higher, private jets, I don't like airplanes bitch

Tryna leave the strip club with her and who she came with

No cameras 'cause these groupie hoes be fiendin' for that fame shit

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:Boochie Gang (2018)