Текст песни Leave Broke - Famous Fresh, Chris Brown

Leave Broke

Lookin' like you came out a pageant\nAll that ass, like you made by Stalin\nGot all this cash like nigga was Italian\nMy car go fast, let me take you to my palace, skrrt\nHer body marked up with ink (woo)\nBrown skin with her weave\nShe a dope girl in the streets, freak in the sheets\nSomethin' sweet to eat, sadity (what?)\nShoes by Fendi, fine like Kimmy\nWhen she move, got a nigga hypnotized, no Biggie\nShe only fuck with bad boys like Diddy\nSo you wanna ride with me, top down through the city (haha)\nCuban links and gold Rollies\nBirkin bags filled with dead homies\nDamn, it’s my type\nBut shawty, back that ass up for me, woadie\nWorkin' her body like she a pro\nTwerkin' slow, touchin' her toes\nUp and down on that pole\nGot me throwin' bread 'til I go broke, woah, woah, woah, woah\nShe workin' that pole, she’s so unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable)\n(haha, yeah)\nShe’s outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable)\nShe be workin' that body, (damn) I’ma leave broke, leave broke (I'ma leave\nbroke, leave broke, leave broke)\nThrowin' 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I’ma leave broke, leave broke (yeah) (leave\nbroke, leave broke)\nHa, girl, come and vibe with a rich nigga\nI’m rockin' skinny jeans like it make my dick bigger\nI pay 100 for that ass, I’m a sick nigga\nI’m pourin' up the codeine, I don’t sip liquor\nMan, these fuck niggas ballin' on a budget\nBitches know that I been ballin' and I love it\nMarshawn Lynch, I’m smokin' skittles in a bucket\nFruit Town with me, come and go two rounds with me, you know a fade is nothin'\nI got a bitch with a body, call her bass and percussion\nWith my hands throwin' bands, she gon' stand for nothin'\nYou cuffin', you probably workin' with the man or somethin'\nI’m African bandstand, how my niggas is drummin'\nAnd you niggas wanna be like\nSmokin' weed and flyin' on a G5\nBust a gun for my niggas from the east side\nNigga sling gold records like bean pies\nI love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole\nYou know all my lil' niggas is trained to go\nDark night Lamborghini, red painted in gold\nIn the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo, oh\nI’m throwin' 100s and givin' them babies, yeah\nAnd if you drink what I drink, you think that I’m crazy\n'Cause she workin' that pole, she’s so unbelievable, believable,\noh (unbelievable)\nShe’s outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable)\nShe be workin' that body, (damn) I’ma leave broke, leave broke (I'ma leave\nbroke, leave broke, leave broke)\nThrowin' 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I’ma leave broke, leave broke (yeah) (leave\nbroke, leave broke)\nHaha, it’s Fresh