Interlude∶ Broke&Bitter.Com
Tyga
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Yo, what's up, Allen?
Aw, what's up?
Move over, nigga, watch out
Aw, my bad, my bad, sit down
I told wifey put two of these ham sandwiches in there, nigga
She put the mustard on 'em
Damn, nigga, two, shit
Ayy, uh, you checked out, uh, Broke and Bitter?
Nah, I ain't even check it out yet
BrokeAndBitter.com?
Yeah, yeah, you know I check that shit out every morning, nigga
They was talkin' 'bout that, uh, that nigga Tyga
What?
You follow that, you follow, you be on that shit?
Yeah, I be on that shit
Yeah, man, this lil' nigga, man
He got these, he dropped a few hits
He got a few lil' hits, you know what I'm sayin'?
I mean, I don't listen to him, my girl like him though
Yeah, yeah, me neither, my girl listen to his shit too
They talkin' 'bout I was on the site
You know I be on the site every morning
BrokeAndBitter, that's my shit
Yeah, what they, what, that's what they sayin'
They talkin' 'bout he with this young girl
You know, the, the, the lil' girl in the family, the, the Rich family
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, the sister, yeah
All the money he got and he gon' be with one girl, and a girl, unday
I mean, she thick though
If I had all them, you know how many
Women, all the access to women he had
But she thick though
And then, now, and then they got stories of him owin' the jeweler
He owe, he owe the owner of the house
Mm, mm
But then they got pictures of him pullin' up to
The club in, in quarter million dollar Lamborghini
Right, niggas always on some shit
You know how many Chryslers he could've bought with that Lamborghini?
I mean, come on, man, like he just probably spend
I mean, what they do, spend all day just drivin'
And shoppin' and doin' all this shit?
Right, right, some shit
Nigga, if I had that fame and that power and that money, nigga
I'd just be in my mans
I wouldn't let people get in my business
I'd be in my mansion
You know, I'd have my, I'd have my rich bih
I need a girl that can bring somethin' to the table, you know?
I, I'm, I'm, I mean, I'm not sayin' my wife don't, you know?
She, she a good girl, you know?
Aw, nah, Lisa, yeah, Lisa cool, Lisa real cool, yeah, yeah
I'm just sayin', like it'd be nice if I could
Just kick my feet up and just drive my whips
And, you know, just show up to the party in the club
And not have to come to this motherfucker, you know?
Ayy, what, what time is it?
Aw, shit
Aw, shit, I only got five minutes to eat this
Ham sandwich 'fore I gotta get back to this
I fuckin' hate this fuckin' job, man, shit