Broke Bitchez

[Chorus x2]:
I'm gettin’ money
I ain't like these broke bitches
I ain't like these broke bitches

Biatch! Ba-ba-biatch! x2
Gettin’-gettin' money

[Verse 1]:
Naw, I ain't fuckin' with no broke bitches
Pull that shit on me, I'm bustin' mo' bitches
Yeah, I'm from the land of the balance
Inglewood, Killa Kalifornia, Boss Angeles
The place where they got all the fine hoes (Fine hoes)
Fuck who’s dope, and I bust about 9 only (9 only)
But I don’t fuck without a rubber, never said I love her (Never)
Learned from my last bitch not to never trust her (That's out)
I tell them bitches like this
With my mothafuckin’ shit, I'mma be the nigga that yo' ass miss (Hi!)
On that cupcakin' shit, I am not to bakin’
Put my dick in yo' mouth when you wanna pay shit (Hahahaha)
I know this shit be think a nigga foul
But you foul too, you run with a foul crew (Foul-ass bitch)
Matter fact, put it in and get yo' ass on
Fuck all that broke-ass shit, I'm in the money zone

[Chorus x2]:
I'm gettin' money
I ain't like these broke bitches
I ain't like these broke bitches

Biatch! Ba-ba-biatch! x2
Gettin'-gettin' money

[Verse 2]:
Who said you ain't no broke bitch like you be gettin' money (Yeah, aight)
When it's time to tear it off, don't be actin' funny (Run it in)
Naw, ain't no slippin' through the cracks wit' it
Either get a job or hit the mothafuckin' tracks wit' it (Tracks wit' it)
Shit, I need a bitch that's gon' go and get it (Go and get it)
And gettin' real in the field, you need to be committed (Be committed)
If I tell you to do it, then you better do it (Do it)
Don't be bullshittin', procrastinatin', get to it (Get to it)
You only fuck with a sucka, I know a gang of 'em (Gang of 'em)
I don't fuck wit' 'em, and I don't hang wit' 'em (Never)
Either get this shit right, or you gon' get left (Get left)
All that broke language shit, you just wastin' your breath (For real)
You fuckin' with a nigga with no understandin' (Naw)
When it come to this paper, I'm very demandin'
You got a problem wit' it? You better find another (Find another)
I'm too true at what I do, I ain't never a busta

[Chorus x2]:
I'm gettin' money
I ain't like these broke bitches
I ain't like these broke bitches

Biatch! Ba-ba-biatch! x2
Gettin'-gettin' money

[Verse 3]:
Just got a call from a bitch, said she got some bread (Got some bread)
I went through, picked it up, and got some head (I got some head)
Smoke one, then I dipped on her in a hurry (in a hurry)
She said "baby, be bareful", I said "don't even worry"
Me and her be gettin' lonely 'cause she don't sweat it (She ain't never sweat it)
I got this other little bitch, she be tryna test me
She don't never had no money, she just wanna fuck (Yeah, what else?)
Call a nigga up, talkin' 'bout smoke a blunt (Smoke a blunt)
I ain't gon' lie, her pussy game shit get stuck (Shit get stuck)
The only thang she been broke for a whole month (Damn)
She used to fuckin' with niggas, that be always trickin'
But when she fuckin' with me, she know that shit be different (Uhuh)
I don't give a fuck about the looks, let's count some books (Count the books)
Anythang come up sho', you gettin' shook (Yo' ass outta here)
Mo' mess than our finances and food stamps (Food stamps)
Broke bitches gotta go find a new dance

[Chorus x2]:
I'm gettin' money
I ain't like these broke bitches
I ain't like these broke bitches

Biatch! Ba-ba-biatch! x2
Gettin'-gettin' money