I'm too broke for the club
Don't got nothing to spend
If you tryna fuck
Call my number after ten

I spent all my money on weed this month (drugs)
Who the fuck gon' clean this up, huh
I've been workin, too hard to see some twerkin
See I hope that workin', workin'
Oh yeah she workin, workin', yeah
She be, she be, she be, she be, she be, she be, shappy, sugar, shawty throw it to me I'ma go and get it gooey yeah
You noticed who you talkin' with
It's fuckin' lit, it's fuckin' Che, in this bitch (oh, yeah)
You know whats up
Ain't nobody holding your hair back if you throw it up
So don't be throwin', don't throw up

I'm too broke for the club
Don't got nothing to spend
If you tryna fuck
Call my number after ten

I'm too broke for the club
Don't got nothing to spend
If you tryna fuck
Call my number
(Don't throw up)