conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Anything But Broke with the following description: Waka Flocka wrote the song, “Anything, but broke” because he wanted people to know they broke and he got money. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: French Montana]
  Hit that block like twelve bundles
  Now a nigga G-5 tell number
  Reduce a fade, shades twelve hundred
  You know a nigga hot, bitch, twelve summers
  Ghost boy, thirty-four motherfucking show boy
  Yeah, on the motherfucking road, boy
  Chef on the motherfucking stove, boy, 
  Coke Boy
  Started from the lockout, now buy the block out
  Started from a dropout
  Now I bring that drop out
  Hundred clip, small car, bad bitch, porn star
  Get money like an athlete, fuck you thought?
  [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
  Man, them fuck boys know
  Ain't no wins over here
  We gon' fight and fucking shoot 'til our souls disappear
  Fuck next year, it's 'bout now, nigga
  Disrespect coming, knock you down, nigga
  He bleed like me, scared of no nigga
  Call me anything but a broke nigga
  [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
  Tripping off a molly, wish a fuck nigga try me
  Tony got ru's in New York, California, and Raleigh
  Too turnt, bad bitches all in to party
  Playing with they nose, yeah, they high off that Bobby
  Sorry, you broke and I got money
  Flexed hard on 'em with the blood-red Rari
  Young boss shit, can't run a Maserati
  Every day call fly spirit in an Audi
  Free throw, and one, two hands nigga, Elijah Thomas, nigga
  Run that shit the fuck back
  I’m from where the boys get rowdy
  Disrespect me get your head on a bounty
  No pussy nigga, just real niggas around me
  Keep your head above water before a nigga drown me
  Doubt me, that’s a no-no nigga
  Love my boys, no homo, nigga
  Pulled up, no mask, dolo no nigga
  Bank account with me never solo, nigga
  Led a couple shots, now he holding his, nigga
  Waka Flocka Flame show rapping more realer
  Run down Grove feeling like Godzilla
  808 blunts, inhaling that killer
  You tripping
  Can't stand up on Xans
  Cooking dope with no frying pans
  Yeah, it taste good, no Auntie Anne’s
  You see that flag hanging out my pants [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
  Man, them fuck boys know
  Ain't no wins over here
  We gon' fight and fucking shoot 'til our souls disappear
  Fuck next year, it's 'bout now, nigga
  Disrespect coming, knock you down, nigga
  He bleed like me, scared of no nigga
  Call me anything but a broke nigga
  [Verse 3: Frenchie]
  Flocka, that blunt, nigga, you need to pass it
  BSM forever macking
  Throw it up, nigga, what’s cracking?
  What’s happening?
  I’m walking inside of that club and I’m getting that strapping
  Speed action
  So if I said that I’m gon' no need for you asking
  BSM all about a check
  You might hate us but you gon' show respect
  Nigga wanna act like hoes
  I’ma show you how that pussy get wet
  You ain't 'bout that life
  But you stay talking like you think you is
  I got all this ice
  It’s a frozen day when I throw my wrists
  Niggas fucking your chick
  It’s more sell than it gets
  Fight me over some money
  Nigga, don’t shoot me over no bitch
  Frenchie all on his shit
  You iced up, you a lick
  Bands will make her dance
  But this forty'll make you strip
  Yeah [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
  Man, them fuck boys know
  Ain't no wins over here
  We gon' fight and fucking shoot 'til our souls disappear
  Fuck next year, it's 'bout now, nigga
  Disrespect coming, knock you down, nigga
  He bleed like me, scared of no nigga
  Call me anything but a broke nigga