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Leave Broke

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She workin' that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable) (haha, Fresh!) She's outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable) She be workin' that body, (damn) I'ma leave broke, leave broke (I'ma leave broke, leave broke, leave broke) Throwin' 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'ma leave broke, leave broke (yeah) (leave broke, leave broke) Ooh, baby, got a booty like a onion (good Lord) In Secret Sunday, poppin' bottles, throwin' money Lame niggas in the corner, broke, ballin' on a budget (ah) Baby droppin' from the cellin', bust it open for a hunnid, you bad (racks) Lookin' like you came out a pageant All that ass, like you made by Stalin Got all this cash like nigga was Italian My car go fast, let me take you to my palace, skrrt Her body marked up with ink (woo) Brown skin with her weave She a dope girl in the streets, freak in the sheets Somethin' sweet to eat, sadity (what?) Shoes by Fendi, fine like Kimmy When she move, got a nigga hypnotized, no Biggie She only fuck with bad boys like Diddy So you wanna ride with me, top down through the city (haha) Cuban links and gold Rollies Birkin bags filled with dead homies Damn, it's my type But shawty, back that ass up for me, woadie Workin' her body like she a pro Twerkin' slow, touchin' her toes Up and down on that pole Got me throwin' bread 'til I go broke, woah, woah, woah, woah She workin' that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable) (haha, yeah) She's outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable) She be workin' that body, (damn) I'ma leave broke, leave broke (I'ma leave broke, leave broke, leave broke) Throwin' 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'ma leave broke, leave broke (yeah) (leave broke, leave broke) Ha, girl, come and vibe with a rich nigga I'm rockin' skinny jeans like it make my dick bigger I pay 100 for that ass, I'm a sick nigga I'm pourin' up the codeine, I don't sip liquor Man, these fuck niggas ballin' on a budget Bitches know that I been ballin' and I love it Marshawn Lynch, I'm smokin' skittles in a bucket Fruit Town with me, come and go two rounds with me, you know a fade is nothin' I got a bitch with a body, call her bass and percussion With my hands throwin' bands, she gon' stand for nothin' You cuffin', you probably workin' with the man or somethin' I'm African bandstand, how my niggas is drummin' And you niggas wanna be like Smokin' weed and flyin' on a G5 Bust a gun for my niggas from the east side Nigga sling gold records like bean pies I love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole You know all my lil' niggas is trained to go Dark night Lamborghini, red painted in gold In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo, oh I'm throwin' 100s and givin' them babies, yeah And if you drink what I drink, you think that I'm crazy 'Cause she workin' that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable) She's outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable) She be workin' that body, (damn) I'ma leave broke, leave broke (I'ma leave broke, leave broke, leave broke) Throwin' 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'ma leave broke, leave broke (yeah) (leave broke, leave broke) Haha, it's Fresh

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