Traxamillion - Broke b**h lyrics

[Too $hort] Wha**up baby? Damn like that? Can't even speak? I ain't tryin to f**, just tryin to holla, say wha**up Let me ask you somethin baby Is that a wig or a weave? What you see is what you get If you don't like it, f** you b**h You look good, you hot as sh** But you broke as hell and ain't got no whip I ain't yo' type, I don't care Get a light-skinned n***a with long hair I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude I don't give a f** 'bout your bad attitude It's in me - I'm laced with game You get a signed autograph with a face to blame Tear it up later when you hate my guts Right now, I wanna make you taste my nuts You hella fine, but I don't wanna keep in touch All I wanted was to sleep with a s*ut I wanna f** you b**h cause you got the look A top notch, but you ain't too hot to be shook [Hook] BROKE b*tch~! You can't f** with me You can't afford me BROKE b*tch~! You can't even afford a happy meal from McDonald's BROKE b*tch~! Five dollars worth of gas Where you goin, 'cross the street? BROKE b*tch~! You just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer BROKE b*tch~! [Too $hort] You wanna get you a n***a in the NFL A basketball player, tall as hell You might get lucky, marry the champ But when you walk by they say there's a tramp Your stock is low, you don't know what happened Yo' baby daddy is low budget rappin You wanna do it big, spoil the kid But you're still at the club out hoein an' sh** You tryin to hit a lick - no doubt You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your mouth b**h, you need to stop and think You act like a dick is a slot machine Are you serious? You can't be thinkin clear It's quicksand b**h you'll sink in here You wanna be rich better stop that sh** You never hit the jackpot [Hook] BROKE b*tch~! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers Nobody want your busted a** BROKE b*tch~! Quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes b**h BROKE b*tch~! Always starin at the ground You need to hold your head up BROKE b*tch~! If you had some money you wouldn't be wearin them Raggedy-a** shoes BROKE b*tch~! [Too $hort] There's too many women can't stop a player I see one I like, I'ma stop and stare I don't need plans, I'ma take the chance I don't even have to ask the b**h to dance I'm a natural, I don't need luck to win I'm the kind of n***a that'll f** your friend And you won't know nothin, every time I see her On the low we f**in, I know them bu*tons And I hit 'em, most of the time I get 'em I got a million lines and I spit 'em When I wanna f**, who do I like to call I throw a little party and invite 'em all They never argue and fight with a brother And I like when they like each other I told Polow I'm never gettin married I don't give a f** if you was f**in Sherri!