If I Go Broke

[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'