Paroles de la chanson Act Broke par Luh Tyler

Mr. Get A Bag, but 'round a bougie bitch, I'm actin' broke (On God)
Call me Jack Frost, I'm iced up, walk in and make it snow (Ice, ice, ice)
Same nigga you be hatin' on the one that smacked your ho (Smacked your ho)
Same nigga they said wouldn't be nothin' done fucked around and blowed (Fuckin' blowed)
Damn, Mr. Skii went leprechaun, his neck like a pot of gold (Pot of gold, skii)
Damn, he put boogers in his ear, his shit like a snotty nose (Snotty nose)
And pretty soon, I'ma need a broom 'cause this shit all on the floor (Yeah)
Knowin' back then I ain't have a crumb, today I got that loaf (I got that bread)

Shawty takin' pictures with all my ice, you'd think my name Lil Boat (Haha)
I got high as hell and fell asleep, woke up to a B-roll (Cha-ching)
She want me to save her, told her, "Nah, I can't be your hero"
Boy, my fuckin' pendant like the ocean, you might find Nemo (Yeah)
She like, "Boy, you must just tryna fuck," I'm like, damn, how she know? (How she know?)
They think I'm the dope man, I walked in with half of a kilo (On God)

It ain't no one like me, this somethin' they ain't never seen before (Nigga)
I put the city on my back and put the team on my shoulders
Skii a fiend for that doja, she a freak, bend her over (Ugh)

This a Benz, not a Rover (Skrrt), it's a deuce in my soda (Ah)
She say she from Boca, body shaped like Coca-Cola (Yeah)
Shawty, say, "Skii, I need your love," young nigga live like a grownup
It's a check every time I pick the phone up, yeah (Brrt)
This that loud, smell the aroma, three grams stuffed in a blunt
So many hoes inside the club, can't tell who the prettiest one (Yeah)
Take a bad bitch you would cuff, treat her just like she ain't nothin'
Make a ho get on her knees, tie her hair up in a bun (Ugh)
Whoever thought I wouldn't be nothin', pussy nigga must've been drunk

Motion talk on every beat, make you wanna go get you some (Get some money)
Every week I'm on the road, for the streets, yeah, that's your ho
(She belongs to the streets)
Real money fiend (Yeah)
You the type gon' pay her fees, but she gon' let me smack for free
All these jits wan' be like me, dropped diamonds, I was just nineteen
The Skii Team, I'm TST, a real P, I'm M-O-B (On God)
Money over bitches, I don't trick, got it for the freeski
Mama, look, your baby on the TV
We ballin', nigga, come and join the Skii Team (Skii)

Yeah, young nigga, come and join the Skii Team
Nigga, we ballin' over here, fuck nigga, ayy

Mr. Get A Bag, but 'round a bougie bitch, I'm actin' broke
Call me Jack Frost, I'm iced up, walk in and make it snow (Ice, ice, ice)
Same nigga you be hatin' on the one that smacked your ho
Same nigga they said wouldn't be nothin' done fucked around and blowed
Damn, Mr. Skii went leprechaun, his neck like a pot of gold (Cha-ching)
Damn, he put boogers in his ear, his shit like a snotty nose (Ayy)
And pretty soon, I'ma need a broom 'cause this shit all on the floor (This shit on the floor)
Knowin' back then I ain't have a crumb, today I got that loaf (Got that loaf)

Shawty takin' pictures with all my ice, you'd think my name Lil Boat

I got high as hell and fell asleep, woke up to a B-roll
She want me to save her, told her, "Nah, I can't be your hero"
Boy, my fuckin' pendant like the ocean, you might find Nemo
She like, "Boy, you must just tryna fuck," I'm like, damn, how she know?
They think I'm the dope man, I walked in with half of a kilo