Murda - Brokanese lyrics

[Produced by Murda Beats] [Intro: Quavo] Migo, we in here I don't know what language you're speaking Every time you see us we get larger and larger I don't understand the lingo [Hook:] Everytime you see us, we get richer and richer Everytime we see you, you get broker and broker Everytime you see us, we get richer and richer Everytime we see you, you get broker and broker Brokanese, you speak Brokanese Brokanese, you speak Brokanese Brokanese, you speak Brokanese Down on your knees, you speak Brokanese [Verse 1: Quavo] Brokanese, Brokanese Talking Brokanese, I take yo' b**h and broke her knees Brokanese, Brokanese You're speaking Brokanese like : Can I have a dollar please? I'm Hercules, you're Brokales Extortion we want it, so bring that money back to me WWE, you boys jabronies, GLAW! GLAW! GLAW! I come with the chopper feeling like Tony You n***as is cloning, copy me Then you look at us, like you ain't did nothing wrong You got the nerve to bite the swag, then try to get us on a song No f** n***a, we don't rock like that That's how n***as go broke like that If you wanna make millions, then join QC independent [Hook] [Verse 2: Offset] "Bon appétit", it's time to eat Beat the pot like a n***a boxing bob and weave I'm whippin' a quarter key A whole thing I don't talk your language ‘cause you're talking Brokanese You broke down to your knees Hold up freeze You ain't got no money in your pocket don't talk to me No comprende I talk Benji Whippin' the Anna Nicole and Lindsay No off-days, everyday payday My diamonds looking like KK (white) You broke and asking for favors Young n***a I got 40 acres Mansion house so damn big, I don't talk to nobody I ain't got no neighbors My neck is cold as a glacier I f**ed her, you should've save her We're ballin', you're not a player Front row, courtside at the Lakers [Hook] [Verse 3: Takeoff] I don't understand you, you speak Brokanese Never play piano but I whip with lots of keys Trappin' and cappin' the fishes Bando smell like Captain D's Talking to my plug, Jackie Chan in Japanese Private jet to Belize, smoking OG Christmas trees You n***as ain't speaking my language Ain't got a dollar you're so Brokanese Why you n***as pocket watching You need to be stacking that broccoli I am the father and you are my son I'm mister Miyagi and that's why you copy me You n***as so broke it's k**ing me That was embarra**ing, really ridiculous A n***a still on the block Selling them quarters and mention my n***as been dealing it I travel overseas, I water whip in The Bahamas In Australia I'm the crocodile hunter In Africa in the jungle [Hook]