b*tch, I’m Broke lyrics

b*tch, I'm broke
b*tch, I'm broke

Like your mama used to be broke when you used to ask her for a quarter just to go play Pac-Man
And she says she ain't got no money, knowing she just got paid
And you run off in your room crying like a pus*y
And saying, "God, kill her." Hahaha

I got a big fat di*k and that's all you gonna get
Trick, I gotta let you know

b*tch, I'm broke
I don't give a motherf*ck how many cars you see me drive
And see cash falling out my ass
If I've got diamond rings and I'm eating three steaks and offer you a goddamn hamburger

b*tch, I'm broke
I don't want you trying to count my money, don't be f*cking
"At least give me this, at least give me that..."
I ain't giving you a motherf*cking thing
Just like my uncle would tell you

Listen here, b*tch
I've got a hard di*k with a curve
That's all you deserve
b*tch you better go out and spread the word to your mama and your friends

b*tch, I'm broke
Don't ask me for a goddamn dime
b*tch, I'm broke
I ain't paying a mmm, I ain't paying no motherf*cking bills
b*tch, I'm broke
Damn right I'm a motherf*cking scrub—I'll take your ass out in the middle of the street and scrub up a goddamn oil stain witcha
Then put my motherf*cking foot straight up your motherf*cking ass

'Cause
b*tch, I'm broke
b*tch, I said I'm broke down
Broke
b*tch, I'm broke

Shout out to Vic, Uncle Vic
Tyrone
Baby