If I Go Broke - Fredo Santana, Trouble, Alley Boy

All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it

Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is so freeze

It’s money over bitches, a bitch I don’t need

'Cause I be trapping hard hitting licks, smoking weed

All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it

Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is so 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 nigga 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 and the garbage

They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I’m robbin

If I go broke, just know a nigga robbin

50k up in my robbin bent I don’t need no wallet

Robbin' me stop it, I pull out and pop it

Ben leave a nigga slum and walk off like it’s nothing

Bitch I’m a fucking monster, bitch I move like a monster

Just call me Fredo got it, got a chopper and a party

Better leave a nigga sloppin' so act up if you want it

Just to put you in the coma, it’s all my next persona

I be going hard I get them weak

I be rollin' off of molly I ain’t had no sleep

And my money in my mouth isn’t what you talk you see

Put this 30 where your mouth is, my pistol touch your teeth

All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it

Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is so 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 nigga 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 and the garbage

They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I’m robbin

Trouble going broke a rich pussy’s nightmare

Thrill nigga shit, I’m checking on no night air

Words to school none of the rounds I’m a violate

And motherfuck one time I’m a cope hate it

UBN we hussle all over the globe

The drop 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 these street clowns

Oh you got fitapese in that bag right there

It is red dough

All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it

Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is so 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 nigga 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 and the garbage

They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I’m robbin

They trust me in blood money, fuck bitches we ball out

Pop pills with Tadoe, my young niggas gon clear that

Don’t take out we be shy, 50 hundred your life

These niggas jacking for phone pausing they murking for ice

Man all these industry niggas they for the inner street niggas

Just GBE DTE shout outs to them being niggas

And my vice lords niggas, and my GD niggas

And my moles and fouls, shouts out to dimtoe nigga

Always to my zone to the stone chy rack like my second home

All them young niggas strapped with them 30's popper

Quick shot to your dome

And I’m bout the don of 100, and with Trouble 200

My nigga Fredo Santana when you mix all that it’s 300

All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it

Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is so 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 nigga 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 and the garbage

They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I’m robbin