Текст песни Anything But Broke - Waka Flocka Flame feat. French Montana & Frenchie
[feat.
French
Montana
& Frenchie]
[Bridge:]
Trippin'
off
molly
with
your
fuck
niggas
Tony
got
rules
in
New
York,
California
and
robbin'
Too
turnt
bad
bitches
all
in
the
party
Playin'
with
they
nose,
yeah
they
high
off
that
Bobby
Sorry
you
broke
and
I
got
money
Flex
hard
on
'em
with
the
blunt-wrapped
Rari
Young
boss,
shit,
can't
run
a
Masarati
Everyday,
call,
fly
spirit
in
an
Audi
Free
throw,
and
one,
two
hands,
nigga,
lots
of
times,
nigga
Run
that
shit
the
fuck
back
[Verse
1:]
Hit
that
block
like
twelve
bundles
Now
a
nigga
G-5
tell
number
Reduce
a
fade,
shades
twelve
hundred
You
know
a
nigga
hot
bitch
twelve
summer
Ghost
boy,
thirty-four
motherfuckin'
show
boy
Yeah,
on
the
motherfuckin'
road
boy
Chef
on
the
motherfuckin'
stove
boy
Coke
Boy
Started
from
the
lockout
now
by
the
block
out
Started
from
a
drop
out
Now
I
bring
that
drop
out
Hundred
clip
small
car
bad
bitch
porn
star
Get
money
like
an
athlete,
fuck
you
thought?
[Hook:]
Man
them
fuck
boys
know
Ain't
no
wins
over
here
We
gon'
fight
and
fuckin'
shoot
'til
our
souls
disappear
Fuck
is
you
'bout
now,
nigga?
Disrespect,
I'm
a
knock
you
down,
nigga
He
bleed
like
me,
scared
of
no
nigga
Call
me
anything
but
a
broke
nigga
Man
them
fuck
boys
know
Ain't
no
wins
over
here
We
gon'
fight
and
fuckin'
shoot
'til
our
souls
disappear
Fuck
is
you
'bout
now,
nigga?
Disrespect,
I'm
a
knock
you
down,
nigga
He
bleed
like
me,
scared
of
no
nigga
Call
me
anything
but
a
broke
nigga
[Bridge]
[Verse
2:]
I'm
from
where
the
boys
get
rowdy
Disrespect
me
get
your
head
on
a
bounty
No
pussy
niggas,
just
real
niggas
around
me
Keep
your
head
above
water
before
a
nigga
drown
me
Doubt
me,
that's
a
no-no
nigga
Love
my
boys,
no
homo
nigga
Pulled
up,
no
mask,
throw
no
nigga
Bank
account
with
me,
never
solo
nigga
Let
off
a
couple
shots
now
he
holdin'
his
nigga
Waka
Flocka
Flame
show
rappin'
more
realer
Run
down
Grove
feelin'
like
Gongzilla
808
blunts
inhalin'
that
killer
You
trippin'
Can't
stand
up
on
Xan's
Cookin'
up
dope
with
no
fryin'
pans
Yeah,
it
taste
good,
no
Auntie
Anne's
You
see
that
flag
hangin'
out
my
pants?
[Hook]
[Verse
3:]
Flocka,
that
blunt
nigga
you
need
to
pass
it
BSM
forever
mackin'
Throw
it
up
nigga,
what's
crackin'?
What's
happenin'?
I'm
walkin'
inside
of
that
club
and
I'm
gettin'
that
strappin'
Speed
action
So
if
I
said
that
I'm
gon'
pull
it,
no
need
for
you
askin'
BSM
all
about
the
trap
You
might
hate
us
but
you
gon'
show
us
some
respect
Nigga
wanna
act
like
hoes
I'm
a
show
you
how
that
pussy
get
wet
You
ain't
'bout
that
life
But
you
stay
talkin'
like
you
think
you
is
I
got
all
this
ice
It's
a
frozen
day
when
I
throw
my
wrists
Niggas
is
fuckin'
your
chick
It's
more
foul
than
it
gets
Fight
me
over
some
money
Nigga
don't
shoot
me
over
no
bitch
Frenchie
all
over
his
shit
You
ice'd
up,
you
a
lick
Bands
a
make
her
dance
But
this
forty
will
make
you
strip
Yeah...
[Hook]
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