Leave Broke (feat. Chris Brown)

She working that pole

She's so unbelievable (unbelievable) believable

She's out of control

Up and down

Unbelievable, believable

She be working that body

Unbelievable, I'm a leave broke (leave broke)

Throwing ones, fives, tens, twenties, hundreds, I'ma leave broke

(Leave broke) leave broke (leave broke)

Baby got a booty like an onion

In Secret Sunday popping bottles throwing money

Lame ****'s in the corner broke, ballin' on a budget

Baby dropping from the ceiling bust it open for a hundred

You rad, looking like you came out a pageant

All that ass like you made by a stallion

Got all this cash like a **** was Italian

My car go fast let me take you to my palace

Her body marked up with ink

Brown skin with the weave

She a good girl in the streets

Freak in the sheets

Something sweet to eat

Sid-i-ty, shoes by Fen-d-i, fine like Kim y

When she move got a **** hypnotised no biggie

She only fuck with bad boys like Diddy

So you wanna ride with me top down through the city?

Cuban link and gold Roll i e s

Bir-k-ing bags, fifty dead homies

Damn this my type

But shorty back that ass up for me, Roll i e

Working her body like she a pro

Twerk it slow touching the toes

Up and down on that pole

Got me throwing bread till I go broke

She working that pole

She's so unbelievable (unbelievable) believable

She out of control

Up and down

Unbelievable, believable

She be working that body

Unbelievable, I'm a leave broke (leave broke)

Throwing ones, fives, tens, twenties, hundreds, I'ma leave broke

(Leave broke) leave broke (leave broke)

Girl coming by with a rich ****

I'm rocking skinny jeans like it make my dick bigger

I pay a hundred for that ass I'm a sick ****

I pouring up the codeine I don't sip liquor

Daddy's fuck ****

Balling on a budget

Bitches know that I been balling and I love it

Marsh on a Lynch was smoking skittles in a bucket

Fruit Town with me come and do two rounds with me

You know a fade is nothing

I got a bitch with a body call her bass and percussion

With my hands throwing bands she was staying for nothing

You cuffing, you probably working with the man or something

American bands staying how my ****'s are drumming

And you ****'s wanna be like

Smoking weed and flying on a G-five

Bust a gun for my ****'s on the east side

****'s sling gold records like bing pies

I love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole

You know all my lil' ****'s is trained to go

Got black Lamborghini, repaint it gold

In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo

I, I'm throwing hundreds and giving them babies

Yeah

And if you drink what I drink you think that I'm crazy

And she working that pole

She's so unbelievable (unbelievable) believable

She out of control

Up and down

Unbelievable, believable

She be working that body

I'ma leave broke (leave broke)

Leave broke (leave broke)

Throwing ones, fives, tens, twenties, hundreds, I'ma leave broke

(Leave broke) leave broke (leave broke)