Cant Go Broke

[Intro]
(Santa made again)
(Yeah, Zamora made this ho)
Yeah, huh...

[Chorus]
Wake up, count me some racks, lil' nigga, I can't be broke
Lil' bitch say she want a jimmy, but she act finicky, I'd rather fuck on the throat
Wanna learn how to slut you a bitch and get money? Just come to me, I'm a pro
If shawty come over and she ain't throwin' no pussy, I gotta tell her to go
She like, "Baby, I think it's gon' rain"—bitch, it's an umbrella way down the road
Hoe mad 'cause I didn't know her name, I don't give a fuck, I ain't ask her to know it

[Verse 1]
Geeked up, 85, I'm blowin'
All these hoes be scrams, I'm knowin'
I just fuck, and I dip—I ain't goin'
Bitch, buy me some food, I'm hungry
These niggas can talk 'bout hoes and bring up opp, but can't talk 'bout money
Niggas keep makin' these jokes, hit his ass with that brrr
Now tell me if this shit funny
Foot on these fuck niggas' neck, might crease my shoes
I'm sorry, I do get clumsy
Gave her the boot, now she sayin' I’m rude—too bad, bitch, don't get comfy (too bad)
Seem like all my bitches' ass been fatter since my pockets chunky
I ain't tryna lay up if I ain't made no pape', 'cause then I might get grumpy
Dicked the hoe down one time, the bitch got happy—I told her, "Don't get jumpy"
Lil' Tkey a junkie, for that money, I still might flip a onion, huh

[Chorus]
Wake up, count me some racks, lil' nigga, I can't be broke
Lil' bitch say she want a jimmy, but she act finicky, I'd rather fuck on the throat
Wanna learn how to slut you a bitch and get money? Just come to me, I'm a pro
If shawty come over and she ain't throwin' no pussy, I gotta tell her to go
She like, "Baby, I think it's gon' rain"—bitch, it's an umbrella way down the road
Hoe mad 'cause I didn't know her name, I don't give a fuck, I ain't ask her to know it

[Outro]
Geeked up, 85, I'm blowin'
All these hoes be scrams, I'm knowin'
I just fuck, and I dip—I ain't goin'
Bitch, buy me some food, I'm hungry