lirik lagu jucee froot - no broke dick
[intro]
(cook gods)
he ain’t talking’ ’bout no motherf~ckin’ chicken
[chorus]
i ain’t throwing ass unless i see some f~cking money fall (fall, fall, fall)
n~gga, let me see them dollars fall
i ain’t make my p~ssy talk unless i see that money talk (talk, talk, talk)
n~gga, can you make your pockets talk?
i don’t want no five, n~gga, i want the six digits
na~na the thermometer, b~tch, i want them nine inches
i don’t want no five, n~gga, i want the six digits
na~na the thermometer, b~tch, i want them nine inches
[verse 1]
let’s be specific (let’s be), i want rollies and bentleys (uh~huh)
don’t forget ’bout my inches, pound to smoke with my b~tches
he done blew ’bout a ticket, to a boss, ain’t no biggie (uh~uh)
and he hop out with that glizzy, leave his d~ck with a hickey
ass so fat, so curvy (curvy)
make him nervous (nervous)
throw that ass on him on purpose (purpose)
but i got that birkin (that birkin)
heard ya little p~ssy ain’t working (uh~uh) so he got me, sorry (sorry)
head real good, he learning (learning)
money long like journeys (journeys)
[pre~chorus]
and i’m off a pill (pill)
i see them dollar signs, i need somethin’ to feel (ayy, what is that?)
you say you love me, n~gga, show me that it’s real (you love me)
f~ck all that talkin’, why you all up in my grill? (why?)
you cut that check, throw me a bag, we got a deal
[chorus]
i ain’t throwing ass unless i see some f~cking money fall (fall, fall, fall)
n~gga, let me see them dollars fall
i ain’t make my p~ssy talk unless i see that money talk (talk, talk, talk)
n~gga, can you make your pockets talk?
i don’t want no five, n~gga, i want the six digits
na~na the thermometer, b~tch, i want them nine inches
i don’t want no five, n~gga, i want the six digits
na~na the thermometer, b~tch, i want them nine inches
[verse 2]
okay, you know that i’m a freak (freak)
he know i ain’t no good (no good)
he know i charge a fee (a fee)
he always got me booked (he comfortable)
he hit me with that d (ooh)
i take it like a crook (ooh)
but baby i’m a p (ooh), it ain’t no kissin’ hoes (huh?)
got a lotta ass on me, look so soft, make you wanna grab, don’t it? (grab on it)
n~gga wanna stand on it (stand)
don’t go in your pocket unless you pullin’ out a couple hundred (where it’s at?)
i done been there and done it
them lil’ hoes ain’t talkin’ no real money (no real money)
talkin’ ’bout fifty~hundred (haha)
get him lil’ geekable, he’ll never give a f~ck
[pre~chrous]
and i’m off a pill (pill)
i see them dollar signs, i need somethin’ to feel (feel, yeah)
you say you love me, n~gga, show me that it’s real (show me)
f~ck all that talkin’, why you all up in my grill? (why?)
you cut that check, throw me a bag, we got a deal
[chorus]
i ain’t throwing ass unless i see some f~cking money fall (fall, fall, fall)
n~gga, let me see them dollars fall
i ain’t make my p~ssy talk unless i see that money talk (talk, talk, talk)
n~gga, can you make your pockets talk?
i don’t want no five, n~gga, i want the six digits
na~na the thermometer, b~tch, i want them nine inches
i don’t want no five, n~gga, i want the six digits
na~na the thermometer, b~tch, i want them nine inches
[outro]
uh~huh
can’t~can’t be f~ckin’ with no broke n~gga, i don’t want no broke n~gga d~ck
i want a n~gga that can d~ck~d~ck~d~ck me good and can pay my rent
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