You's a broke a boy
You's a broke a boy
You's a broke a boy
You's a broke a boy
Ooh what's that smell oh just yo broke ass
They think you living like the Jones' but you in low class
We see you flexing on the book bout how you balling out
Whole time you playing 2K on your baby momma couch
That sick
Yo grown ass need whooping
Where all that money you be clocking don't tell me you woofing
You tryna tax a 3.5 that's why your money looking
All this time you was a joke man I'm completely shooketh
You ain't got nothing in your name so help me understand
You don't bring nothing to the table but a open hand
And your shorty just as crazy tryna raise a grown ass man
I know niggas that be walking with more money in their hands
I'm just saying
You's a broke boy
And you know boy
For real
You be home starving, waiting for your girl to make a meal
And just because you stole her car don't mean you got some wheels
You get a monthly check and act like you just made a deal
She got her income tax you act like you just served a meal
Got all this money to your name but nothing in your hand
I never understood how grown men could flex for other men (Damn)
You's a broke a boy
You's a broke a boy
You's a broke a boy
You's a broke a boy