Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broke Boi, artist - Playboi Carti.
Date of issue: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Broke Boi |
Bitch |
(What that ho talkin' bout? |
Nigga) |
I don’t know (Ayy, uh) |
I don’t know, I don’t know, yeah (Yeah) |
Cash Carti |
(Bitch) |
Cash (Hold on) |
(Money, nigga) |
Cash Carti |
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy |
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy |
Broke boy, broke boy, ayy, uh |
Why should I keep juggin' 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) |
Bitch, I’m goin' through the sack 'cause I’m no broke boy ('Cause I’m no broke |
boy), uh |
Runnin' up the check on these broke boys (On these broke boys) |
Put some bands on your neck and have you murked, boy (Have you murked, boy) |
Bitch, I’m ballin' on these niggas, ballin', ayy (Yeah) |
Bitch, I’m ballin' on these niggas (Yeah) |
First they hatin', he so pussy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Don’t cross your partner, pussy (Ayy) |
That’s a pussy for some pussy, 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 (I might squeeze the piece), uh |
Hold out on my way, I might flood the streets (I might flood 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 (Yeah) |
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, ayy (Yeah) |
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy (You need to get some money, nigga) |
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy (Go get some money, nigga) |
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, uh |
Why should I keep juggin' 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) |
Why should I keep juggin' all these broke boys? |
In the mall buyin' ice 'cause he a broke boy |
I can’t even kick it with these broke boys |
He ain’t come to get a pack, then he a broke boy |
Yeah, he a broke boy |
He a broke boy |
He a broke boy |
Yeah, ayy, ayy |
Cash Carti |
Carti, Carti |
Cash Carti |
Carti |
Carti, Carti |