Too Broke For The Club - Che Ecru

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 she 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)