If I Go Broke

Lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Santana] Yeah, it's real niggas in my circle We don't fuck with them fake niggas You know? [Chorus: Fredo Santana] All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is on freeze It's money over bitches, a bitch I don't need 'Cause I be trapping hard, hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my niggas started, they say we so retarded See, these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my niggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage Then throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin' [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] If I go broke, just know a nigga robbin' 50k up in my Robins, bitch, I don't need no wallet Robbin' me? Stop it, I pull out and pop it Then leave a nigga slum and walk off like it's nothing Bitch I'm a fucking monster, bitch I move like a mobster Just call me Fredo Gotti, got a chopper and a party Gotta leave a nigga sloppy, so act tough if you wanna Just to put you in the coma, it's all my next persona I been going hard all goddamn week I been rollin' off a molly, I ain't had no sleep And my money where my mouth isn't, what you talk is cheap Put this 30 where your mouth is, my pistol touch your teeth [Chorus: Fredo Santana] All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is on freeze It's money over bitches, a bitch I don't need 'Cause I be trapping hard, hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my niggas started, they say we so retarded See, these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my niggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage Then throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin' [Verse 2: Trouble] Trouble going broke, a rich pussy's nightmare Trill nigga shit, I'm checking on no night air Words to school none of the rounds I'ma violate And motherfuck the one time, I'm a cop hater UBN, we hussle all over the globe The drought season, my reason US smoke pole They say DTE beat 'em up for a reason Need no shit, send hits but you know shit Trouble, Trouble, they know how I get down From these pussy ass rappers to the street clowns Oh you got fitapese in that bag right there? Brreh, brreh, brreh, hit his ass red dough [Chorus: Fredo Santana] All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is on freeze It's money over bitches, a bitch I don't need 'Cause I be trapping hard, hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my niggas started, they say we so retarded See, these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my niggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage Then throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin' [Verse 3: Alley Boy] They trust me in blood money, fuck bitches with Ballout Pop pills with Tadoe, my young niggas gon' clear out Don't take out we be shy, 50 hundred your life These niggas jacking for foamposites, they murking for ice Man all these industry niggas, they for the inner street niggas Just GBE, DTE, shouts out to them BD niggas And my Vice Lord niggas, and my GD niggas And my moles and fouls, shouts out to dimtoe nigga All the way from my zone to the stone Chi-raq like my second home All them young niggas strapped with them 30 boppers Quick shot to your dome And I'm bout the don of 100 And with Trouble, that's 200 My nigga Fredo Santana When you mix all that, that's 300 [Chorus: Fredo Santana] All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is on freeze It's money over bitches, a bitch I don't need 'Cause I be trapping hard, hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my niggas started, they say we so retarded See, these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my niggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage Then throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin'