Tekst:
Nelly Broke

no broke niggas no no I want the type of nigga who know how to ball out [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] You don't no broke nigga I don't want no broke bitch Thought

no broke niggas no no I want the type of nigga who know how to ball out [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] You don't no broke nigga I don't want no broke bitch Thought

no broke niggas no no I want the type of nigga who know how to ball out [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] You don't no broke nigga I don't want no broke bitch Thought

-thing took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main. In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back Bow down baby nelly

clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey (Can you say New York City?) Everyday a star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey Snoop Dogg did, Nelly

chick bad make another chick mad and these otha niggas hate and together we upgrade but until she come are way i guess ill i gotta say (Chorus) Nelly

(HOT SHIT!) Chorus: Nelly Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT

way my rump like shake like a movie See my tight jeans and the coochie Spend a little loochie, gotta work for the booty Me and Nelly hot on the track, Nelly

I'm ridin' FUCK you and your commercial appeal I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+ I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family Eminem, Nelly