IZ U BROKE!?

Ayy stumbled on my pip, I told them this the murder mizz The bitch you claim to be your real was in the Mazzi drinking kids You ain't paying off my tax, why the fuck you on my bizz Put my bitch on child support 'cause she ain't take care of the kids My baby mama Lui she don't like when I'm with babes And they pour money tryna find out what I'm doing, she got paid today Money don't be tryna run the cheques so she can't take her place Lui always argue with a nigga so I play it safe I just left the strip club and knocked me up a Lugi Her friends don't fuck with niggas, I just called her hooker Gucci Gucci acting boogie, I walked past and test her booty She that push right on my whip, she lookin' scared, she feel the toolie She whisper in my ear, "Somethin' 'bout just you the thrill of it" She told me she been in relationships and she gets sick of it Funky going off, they say remind me, I don't hit the bitch Tryna feels outside, I keep her waiting, let's see how sick she get We with all the smoke, I got some shit to blow up, lockdown Bitch I keep her fanned and keep her sprayer 'cause I'm hot now Any nigga run up on my whip and he get shot down 'Boutta use dinero, let me hit, but she a bop now Cold nigga, I just bought a sweater straight from Moscow Barry used to hate me back in school but he a cop now Don't you fuck with surfers, fuck around she'll get a drop now Came a long way from JC Penny, I can't stop now Nigga is you broke? Cadence in my coat Givenci he keep looking at me like he want some smoke She wanna draw my carpet you can't even drive the boat Celine was supposed to have my kids but I just put them in her throat Chloe I don't ever give her dick 'cause she too devious She cut my cousin Tim's nut, know nothing about obedience Chanelle she do me well but it's a shame that I just bleached the bitch Like the Valentino she a doctor and a genius Back to the discussion, we all left the club 'cause someone got to bussin' I grab Gucci and I bet my nigga 8pac end up fucking Cop gets behind me, I pull over, get to talking When I look out the window, I see Barry out there clutching I say, "What's the problem officer?" "Lil' Gucci say you stalkin' her" He said, "Get out the whip, I'm riding hotter than thermometers" Gucci hella calm and Barry looking like he fond of her She opened up her mouth and all I heard was, "Get him officer" (The fuck?) (Oh you punk ass bitch) We with all the smoke, I got some shit to blow up, lockdown Bitch I keep her fanned, and keep her sprayer 'cause I'm hot now Any nigga run up on my whip and he get shot down 'Boutta use dinero, let me hit, but she a bop now Cold nigga, I just bought a sweater straight from Moscow Barry used to hate me back in school but he a cop now Don't you fuck with surfers, fuck around, she'll get a drop now Came a long way from JC Penny I can't stop now Nigga is you broke?