| Song | Broke Bitch |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Get off the Stage |
| 作词 : Banks, Shaw | |
| Whassup baby? | |
| Damn like that? | |
| Can't even speak? | |
| I ain't tryin to fuck, just tryin to holla, say whassup | |
| Let me ask you somethin baby | |
| Is that a wig or a weave? | |
| What you see is what you get | |
| If you don't like it, fuck you bitch | |
| You look good, you hot as shit | |
| But you broke as hell and ain't got no whip | |
| I ain't yo' type, | |
| I don't care | |
| Get a light-skinned nigga with long hair | |
| I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude | |
| I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad attitude | |
| It's in me - | |
| I'm laced with game | |
| You get a signed autograph with a face to blame | |
| Tear it up later when you hate my guts | |
| Right now, | |
| I wanna make you taste my nuts | |
| You hella fine, but | |
| I don't wanna keep in touch | |
| All I wanted was to sleep with a slut | |
| I wanna fuck you bitch cause you got the look | |
| A top notch, but you ain't too hot to be shook [Chorus] | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! You can't fuck with me | |
| You can't afford me | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! You can't even afford a happy meal from | |
| McDonald's | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! Five dollars worth of gas | |
| Where you goin, 'cross the street? | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! You just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! [Too $hort] | |
| You wanna get you a nigga in the | |
| NFL A bsketball player, tall as hell | |
| You might get lucky, marry the champ | |
| But when you walk by they say there's a tramp | |
| Your stock is low, you don't know what happened | |
| Yo' baby daddy is low budget rappin | |
| You wanna do it big, spoil the kid | |
| But you're still at the club out hoein an' shit | |
| You tryin to hit a lick - no doubt | |
| You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your mouth | |
| Bitch, you need to stop and think | |
| You act like a dick is a slot machine | |
| Are you serious? | |
| You can't be thinkin clear | |
| It's quicksand bitch you'll sink in here | |
| You wanna be rich better stop that shit | |
| You never hit the jackpot [Chorus] | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers | |
| Nobody want your busted ass | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! Quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes bitch | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! Always starin at the ground | |
| You need to hold your head up | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! If you had some money you wouldn't be wearin them raggedy-ass shoes | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H~! [Too $hort] | |
| There's too many women can't stop a player | |
| I see one | |
| I like, I'ma stop and stare | |
| I don't need plans, | |
| I'ma take the chance | |
| I don't even have to ask the bitch to dance | |
| I'm a natural, | |
| I don't need luck to win | |
| I'm the kind of nigga that'll fuck your friend | |
| And you won't know nothin, every time | |
| I see her | |
| On the low we fuckin, | |
| I know them buttons and | |
| I hit 'em, most of the time | |
| I get 'em | |
| I got a million lines and | |
| I spit 'em | |
| When I wanna fuck, who do | |
| I like to call | |
| I throw a little party and invite 'em all | |
| They never argue and fight with a brother | |
| And I like when they like each other | |
| I told Polow | |
| I'm never gettin married | |
| I don't give a fuck if you was fuckin | |
| Sherri! |
| zuò cí : Banks, Shaw | |
| Whassup baby? | |
| Damn like that? | |
| Can' t even speak? | |
| I ain' t tryin to fuck, just tryin to holla, say whassup | |
| Let me ask you somethin baby | |
| Is that a wig or a weave? | |
| What you see is what you get | |
| If you don' t like it, fuck you bitch | |
| You look good, you hot as shit | |
| But you broke as hell and ain' t got no whip | |
| I ain' t yo' type, | |
| I don' t care | |
| Get a lightskinned nigga with long hair | |
| I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude | |
| I don' t give a fuck ' bout your bad attitude | |
| It' s in me | |
| I' m laced with game | |
| You get a signed autograph with a face to blame | |
| Tear it up later when you hate my guts | |
| Right now, | |
| I wanna make you taste my nuts | |
| You hella fine, but | |
| I don' t wanna keep in touch | |
| All I wanted was to sleep with a slut | |
| I wanna fuck you bitch cause you got the look | |
| A top notch, but you ain' t too hot to be shook Chorus | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! You can' t fuck with me | |
| You can' t afford me | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! You can' t even afford a happy meal from | |
| McDonald' s | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! Five dollars worth of gas | |
| Where you goin, ' cross the street? | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! You just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! Too hort | |
| You wanna get you a nigga in the | |
| NFL A bsketball player, tall as hell | |
| You might get lucky, marry the champ | |
| But when you walk by they say there' s a tramp | |
| Your stock is low, you don' t know what happened | |
| Yo' baby daddy is low budget rappin | |
| You wanna do it big, spoil the kid | |
| But you' re still at the club out hoein an' shit | |
| You tryin to hit a lick no doubt | |
| You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your mouth | |
| Bitch, you need to stop and think | |
| You act like a dick is a slot machine | |
| Are you serious? | |
| You can' t be thinkin clear | |
| It' s quicksand bitch you' ll sink in here | |
| You wanna be rich better stop that shit | |
| You never hit the jackpot Chorus | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers | |
| Nobody want your busted ass | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! Quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes bitch | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! Always starin at the ground | |
| You need to hold your head up | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! If you had some money you wouldn' t be wearin them raggedyass shoes | |
| BROKE BITC | |
| H! Too hort | |
| There' s too many women can' t stop a player | |
| I see one | |
| I like, I' ma stop and stare | |
| I don' t need plans, | |
| I' ma take the chance | |
| I don' t even have to ask the bitch to dance | |
| I' m a natural, | |
| I don' t need luck to win | |
| I' m the kind of nigga that' ll fuck your friend | |
| And you won' t know nothin, every time | |
| I see her | |
| On the low we fuckin, | |
| I know them buttons and | |
| I hit ' em, most of the time | |
| I get ' em | |
| I got a million lines and | |
| I spit ' em | |
| When I wanna fuck, who do | |
| I like to call | |
| I throw a little party and invite ' em all | |
| They never argue and fight with a brother | |
| And I like when they like each other | |
| I told Polow | |
| I' m never gettin married | |
| I don' t give a fuck if you was fuckin | |
| Sherri! |