Brokey.

BROKEY

Yeah.

Ayy.

Talkin’ big on a broke budget is insane.

Bitch, you loud but your money on airplane mode

Fake flex, fake chains, fake rich code

Whole damn fit scream “I borrowed this”

Still actin’ elite, girl, be serious

You ain't toxic, you just messy and unemployed

Talk slick online, in person paranoid

Big mouth, zero funds, that's comedy

Talkin’ “boss moves” from your mama’s Wi-Fi property

Hold up—

Who gassed you? who lied?

You poppin’ off with expired pride

I like my checks long, my circle tight

You like cappin’ for clicks every damn night

BROKEY — stop speakin’ on me

Broke attitude with a luxury IG

Bad bitch energy, VIP only

You doin’ too much… and still lonely

BROKEY — mad ‘cause I levelled up quick

Talk cheap, wallet thin, ego too thick

I want cash stacks, fast tracks, top tier shit

You want attention… same thing? not it.

I came in clean, whole room got tense

Face card dangerous, rent-free influence

You chase clout, I chase commas

You start beef, I start commas

Damn, you obsessed, get help or a hobby

Always in drama, never in a lobby

Tryna act hard with a prepaid flex

Bitch, your “rich era” still buffering… next.

Uh—

Pretty and petty, dangerous combo

Talk reckless, move like a Lambo

Too hot, too booked, too hard to copy

Stay mad, stay broke… couldn’t be me.

BROKEY — don’t kill my vibe

Main character shit, I don’t stand in line

Big boss mood, all gas, no safety

Brokey behavior? couldn’t pay me.