🎵 Broke Boi // by Playboi Carti

121 ContributorsTranslationsРусский (Russian)Español Broke Boi Lyrics “Broke Boi” is one of Playboi Carti’s breakout songs. Carti shames the broke foes pressing him and distinguishes his lavish lifestyle from theirs. Produced by MexikoDro, the instrumental is a significant… Read More  [Intro] (Bitch) (Ayy, what that ho' talkin' 'bout?) Hold on (Ayy, uh) Hold on, hold on, yeah (Yeah) Cash Carti (Bitch) Cash (Hold on, money, nigga) Cash Carti [Chorus] Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy (Ayy, yeah) Broke boy, broke boy, ayy, uh Why should I keep juggin' all these broke boys? (All these broke boys) In the mall buyin' ice 'cause he a broke boy (He a broke boy), ayy I can't even kick it with these broke boys (With these broke boys) He ain't come to buy a pack 'cause he a broke boy ('Cause he a broke boy) [Verse] Bitch, I'm goin' through the sack 'cause I'm no broke boy, uh (Goin' through the sack, nigga) Runnin' up the check on these broke boys (Runnin' up the check, nigga) Put some bands on your neck and have you murked, boy (Have you murked, boy) Bitch, I'm ballin' on these niggas, ballin', ayy Bitch, I'm ballin' on these niggas, first they hatin', he so pussy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't cross your partner, pussy, that's a pussy for some pussy, ayy (Ayy, nigga, what?) Always talk about me ('Bout me), still ain't never shook me (Shook me) I'm a real nigga from the Flat, can't overlook me, ayy (Nah) Fifteen hundred, nigga, if you're tryna come and book me, ayy, uh Nigga gonna fuckin' book me (Carti, Cash Carti) Keep the chopper on me, my grandma watchin' me (What? My grandma watchin' me), ayy Fuck my Jesus piece, I might squeeze the piece (Fuck my Jesus, I might squeeze the piece), uh Hold out on my way, I done flooded the streets (I done flooded the streets), ayy And I'm on this lean, I won't make a scene (I won't make a scene), uh Nigga front on me, I'ma make a scene (I'ma make a scene), uh Run up in his shit, run up in his shit (Run up in his shit), ayy Audi (Carti), Bimmer (Yeah) Benz with the roof up (Yeah, ayy) Still on this goop punch (Ayy) Three gram, boof blunt (Yeah, yeah) High as fuck (Ayy) Called up some hoes, let's go to Lenox Square (Yeah, yeah, Carti) Might just go icy my wrist (Carti, Carti) Might just go cop me some squares (Carti, ayy) Keep a small circle, I can't fuck with squares (Yeah, yeah, I can't fuck with squares) Ayy, I had to get it how I got it, nigga, life ain't fair, ayy (Yeah) Spilled the lean all on my kicks and got another pair, ayy (Yeah) I say fuck them two hoes, man, I got another pair, damn (Okay, Carti) Ayy (Yeah), ayy [Chorus] Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy (You need to get some money, nigga) Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy (Go get some money, nigga) Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, uh Why should I keep juggin' all these broke boys? (All these broke boys) In the mall buyin' ice 'cause he a broke boy (He a broke boy), ayy I can't even kick it with these broke boys (With these broke boys) He ain't come to buy a pack 'cause he a broke boy ('Cause he a broke boy) Why should I keep juggin' all these broke boys? In the mall buyin' ice 'cause he a broke boy I can't even kick it with these broke boys He ain't come to get a pack, then he a broke boy [Outro] Yeah, he a broke boy He a broke boy He a broke boy Yeah, ayy, ayy Cash Carti Carti, Carti Cash Carti Carti Carti, Carti