Artist: Nelly f/ Sophie Greene, Yo Gotti Album: 5.0 Song: Broke Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Nelly] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Mm-mm-hmm, yeah! Yeah I drink Cîroc, cause I fuck with Puff I pop that Ace of Spade, because I rock with Jay I'm on that Cali good, but I'm not in L.A. I'm somewhat halfway, between there and the Bay I like them bougie broads, I like around-the-ways I take 'em outta they J's, put 'em in Hermes Might hang out in the club, might chill in somethin safer Kinko's and Office Max, I love to hang with paper My crib is plush plush, I'm talkin elevator So don't you touch touch, those {?} alligator You fly, right? My fly is greater Multiply the money, add the bitches subtract the haters [Chorus: Sophie Greene] (She says) I don't want no broke niggaz - no, no I don't want no broke niggaz - no, no If you ain't got no money then you can't do nothin for me If you ain't got no money then you can't do nothin for me In Vegas, L.A., M-I-A, New York, yeah I like shopping If you can handle all of that then we can get it popping Cause I don't want no broke nigga - no, no I want the type of nigga who know how to ball, ohh [Yo Gotti] I'm Yo Gotti~! You don't want no broke nigga, I don't want no broke bitch Started ballin cut quick, I guess we on the same shit She want me to wife her, maybe change her life up Give the keys, shoppin sprees, and only if I like her See money ain't the object but let's get it clear (clear) This is not a gift, it's a souvenir (nir) See maybe I'm that nigga who know how to ball (I am!) He's thug well height, but the money tall Audemar, his and hers, b-body straight, hips and curves Friends hangin on your nerves, tried to tell 'em don't want your girls I come from a different world, money do not grow on trees That's why I had to hustle hard and get my paper out the streets (I'm Yo Gotti~!) [Chorus] [Nelly] My money long, money strong, bitch I'm buku paid I'm throwin shots back, like it's K-Kool-Aid I got them cuckoo shades, them shits is crazy dark I got two shorties feelin on each other's lady parts Play your part (play your part) know your role That Mustang cold, painted Olympic gold I call her Eleanor, you know that she'll be rips I'm gone in sixty ticks, t-t-t-t-t-ticks Before my deal I'll cut by sixty chicks Acrobatics got my money turnin sixty flips Old schools, I be on that 60's shit My nigga gone forever, intent with sixty bricks [Chorus]