Broke Up - Lil Wayne, Fre$h, Gudda Gudda

Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches

I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches

Hierarchy

Oh, we be gettin' money like it’s '88 (like '88)

How many chains can my jeweler make?

(You see it)

See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

How many hoes can a nigga take?

(Woah)

Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches

I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)

Broke up with all my bitches

I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)

Since you know I’m rich (rich)

You know she wanna date me (date me)

Fucked her in L.A. (A)

That’s California-cation ('cation)

Give a fuck what you thought (thought)

So many cars and so many gold (gold)

I fucked up a lot (lot)

Broke up, my fault, remember the code (code)

Yeah!

But I’m only gettin' richer, yeah

Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah

It didn’t shock me when she kissed her, yeah

I can’t be trustin' all these hoes, no

Oh, we be gettin' money like it’s '88 (like '88)

How many chains can my jeweler make?

(You see it)

See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

How many hoes can a nigga take?

(Woah)

Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches

I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)

Broke up with all my bitches

I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)

I’m Weezy baby, no hard labor

I beat it up, I throw haymakers

And I ain’t tryna be a heartbreaker

And that’s word to the pacemakers

I’ll shake her off like a salt shaker

If she ain’t tryna be a team player

We could watch what we had go up in flames

That’s cremation

I’m bein' patient when we embracin'

We just kick it 'til my knee in braces

But I close my eyes and start seein' faces

Of all the bitches that she replacin'

And my old hoes will be elated

To have the chance to be reinstated

And these new hoes will be elated

To have the chance to be my latest, and that’s real

Yeah!

But I’m only gettin' richer, yeah (Tunechi)

Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah (Mula, baby!)

It didn’t shock me when she kissed her, yeah

I can’t be trustin' all these hoes, no (all these, fuck these hoes)

Oh, we be gettin' money like it’s '88 (like '88)

Man, fuck these hoes

How many chains can my jeweler make?

(You see it)

Fuck these hoes

See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Fuck these hoes

How many hoes can a nigga take?

(Woah)

I just fucked these hoes

Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches

I just fucked these hoes

I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)

I just fucked these hoes

Broke up with all my bitches

I just fucked these hoes

I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)

Uh, uh, send sexy pics to my phone, big daddy wish he was home (that's right)

Bubbles in my jacuzzis (that's right) just like we did out in Rome (that's

right)

Took her shoppin' for Loub' (that's right), said the Berkin was better (that's

right)

Suitcases full of black dollars (that's right), you know I’m workin' for

cheddar (that's right)

Versace shoes and the robes (that's right), and fuck the expensive clothes

(that's right)

When she lay on her back (that's right), I try to suck out her soul (that's

right)

Make her shakin' and shiver (that's right), all these wonderful trembles

(that's right)

Oh no, I can’t be your man (oh, no), I’m just that one to remember (that's

right)

We had a hell of a time (that's right), you left in time just for church

(that's right)

Pray that you please say a prayer (that's right) for all my dawgs who do dirt

(amen)

Hit my phone if you need me (that's right), I’m at the drop of a needle (that's

right)

Hatin' on your G-Wagon (that's right), tell 'em you just copped the sequel,

that’s right

Roll with a boss (that's right), Jason Dinero (that's right)

We took a stroll through the mall and she got the set of stilettos

I got 'em

Yeah!

(M-M-M, that’s right)

But I’m only gettin' richer, yeah

(M-M)

Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah

(Maybach Music)

It didn’t shock me when she kissed her, yeah

I can’t be trustin' all these hoes, no (M-M-M)

Oh, we be gettin' money like it’s '88 (like '88)

How many chains can my jeweler make?

(You see it)

See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

How many hoes can a nigga take?

(Woah)

Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches

I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)

Broke up with all my bitches

I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)