Leave Broke

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Famous Fresh]

She workin' that pole

She's so unbelievable (Unbelievable), believable, oh-oh (Woo, haha, Fresh!)

She outta control, up and down

Unbelievable (Unbelievable), believable, oh-oh

She be workin' that body (Damn)

I'ma leave broke (Leave broke, I'ma leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke, I am)

Throwin' ones, fives, tens, twenties, hunnids (Oh-oh)

I'ma leave broke (Yeah, leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke)

[Verse 1: Famous Fresh]

Ooh, baby got a booty like a onion (Good Lord)

In Secret Sunday, poppin' bottles, throwin' money

Lame niggas in the corner, broke, ballin' on a budget (Ah)

Baby droppin' from the cellin', bust it open for a hunnid, you bad (Racks)

Lookin' like you came out a pageant

All that ass like you made by Stallion

Got all this cash like a nigga was Italian

My car go fast, let me take you to my palace (Skrrt)

Her body marked up with ink (Woo)

Brown skin with a weave

She a dope girl in the streets, freak in the sheets

Somethin' sweet to eat (Mwah), sadity

Shoes by Fendi, fine like Kimmy

When she move, got a nigga hypnotized, no Biggie

She only fuck with bad boys like Diddy

So you wanna ride with me, top down through the city (Haha)

Cuban links and gold Rollies

Birkin bags filled with dead homies

Damn, this my type

But shawty, back that ass up for me, woadie

Workin' her body like she a pro

Twerkin' slow, touchin' her toes

Up and down on that pole

Got me throwin' bread 'til I go broke, woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Famous Fresh]

She workin' that pole

She's so unbelievable (Ha, yeah, unbelievable), believable, oh-oh

She outta control, up and down

Unbelievable (Unbelievable), believable, oh-oh

She be workin' that body (Damn)

I'ma leave broke (Leave broke, I'ma leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke, I am)

Throwin' ones, fives, tens, twenties, hunnids (Oh-oh)

I'ma leave broke (Yeah, leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke, ha)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Girl, come and vibe with a rich nigga

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

I pay a hunnid for that ass, I'm a sick nigga

I'm pourin' up the codeine, I don't sip liquor

Man, these fuck niggas ballin' on a budget

Bitches know that I been ballin' and I love it

Marshawn Lynch, I'm smokin' skittles in a bucket

Fruit Town with me, come and go two rounds with me

You know a fade is nothin'

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

With my hands throwin' bands, she gon' stand for nothin'

You cuffin', you probably workin' with the man or somethin'

I'm African bandstand, how my niggas is drummin'

And you niggas wanna be like

Smokin' weed and flyin' on a G5

Bust a gun for my niggas from the Eastside

Nigga sling gold records like bean pies

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

You know all my lil' niggas is trained to go

Dark Knight Lamborghini, repaint it gold

In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo, oh

I'm throwin' hunnids and givin' 'em babies, yeah

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

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Famous Fresh]

'Cause she workin' that pole

She's so unbelievable (She, she, she, unbelievable), believable, oh-oh

She outta control, up and down

Unbelievable (Unbelievable), believable, oh-oh

She be workin' that body (Damn)

I'ma leave broke (Leave broke, I'ma leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke, I am)

Throwin' ones, fives, tens, twenties, hunnids (Oh-oh)

I'ma leave broke (Leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke)

[Outro: Famous Fresh]

Haha, Fresh