Artist: Waka Flocka Flame f/ French Montana, Frenchie Album: Du Flocka Rant 2 (Mixtape) Song: Anything But Broke Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Bridge] Trippin' off molly with your fuck niggas Tony got rules in New York, California and robbin' Too turnt bad bitches all in the party Playin' with they nose, yeah they high off that Bobby Sorry you broke and I got money Flex hard on 'em with the blunt-wrapped Rari Young boss, shit, can't run a Masarati Everyday, call, fly spirit in an Audi Free throw, and one, two hands, nigga, lots of times, nigga Run that shit the fuck back [Verse 1] Hit that block like twelve bundles Now a nigga G-5 tell number Reduce a fade, shades twelve hundred You know a nigga hot bitch twelve summer Ghost boy, thirty-four motherfuckin' show boy Yeah, on the motherfuckin' road boy Chef on the motherfuckin' stove boy Coke Boy Started from the lockout now by the block out Started from a drop out Now I bring that drop out Hundred clip small car bad bitch porn star Get money like an athlete, fuck you thought? [Chorus] Man them fuck boys know Ain't no wins over here We gon' fight and fuckin' shoot 'til our souls disappear Fuck is you 'bout now, nigga? Disrespect, I'm a knock you down, nigga He bleed like me, scared of no nigga Call me anything but a broke nigga Man them fuck boys know Ain't no wins over here We gon' fight and fuckin' shoot 'til our souls disappear Fuck is you 'bout now, nigga? Disrespect, I'm a knock you down, nigga He bleed like me, scared of no nigga Call me anything but a broke nigga [Bridge] [Verse 2] I'm from where the boys get rowdy Disrespect me get your head on a bounty No pussy niggas, just real niggas around me Keep your head above water before a nigga drown me Doubt me, that's a no-no nigga Love my boys, no homo nigga Pulled up, no mask, throw no nigga Bank account with me, never solo nigga Let off a couple shots now he holdin' his nigga Waka Flocka Flame show rappin' more realer Run down Grove feelin' like Gongzilla 808 blunts inhalin' that killer You trippin' Can't stand up on Xan's Cookin' up dope with no fryin' pans Yeah, it taste good, no Auntie Anne's You see that flag hangin' out my pants? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Flocka, that blunt nigga you need to pass it BSM forever mackin' Throw it up nigga, what's crackin'? What's happenin'? I'm walkin' inside of that club and I'm gettin' that strappin' Speed action So if I said that I'm gon' pull it, no need for you askin' BSM all about the trap You might hate us but you gon' show us some respect Nigga wanna act like hoes I'm a show you how that pussy get wet You ain't 'bout that life But you stay talkin' like you think you is I got all this ice It's a frozen day when I throw my wrists Niggas is fuckin' your chick It's more foul than it gets Fight me over some money Nigga don't shoot me over no bitch Frenchie all over his shit You ice'd up, you a lick Bands a make her dance But this forty will make you strip Yeah... [Chorus]