Fredo Santana - If I Go Broke lyrics

(Intro) All these n***as b**hes, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that b**h is so freeze It's money over b**hes, a b**h I don't need 'Cause I be trapping hard hitting licks, smoking weed (Hook) All these n***as b**hes, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that b**h is so freeze It's money over b**hes, a b**h I don't need 'Cause I be trapping hard hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my n***a started , they say we so retarded See these bricks I be coping ,hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my n******gs starving, stuff the pounds and the garbage They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin (Verse) If I go broke, just know a n***a robbin sponsored links 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 n***a slum and walk off like it's nothing b**h I'm a f**ing monster, b**h I move like a monster Just call me Fredo got it , got a chopper and a party Better leave a n***a 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 (Hook) All these n***as b**hes, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that b**h is so freeze It's money over b**hes, a b**h I don't need 'Cause I be trapping hard hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my n***a started , they say we so retarded See these bricks I be coping ,hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my n******gs starving, stuff the pounds and the garbage They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin (Verse) Trouble going broke a rich p**y's nightmare Thrill n***a sh** , I'm checking on no night air Words to school none of the rounds I'ma violate And motherf** one time I'ma 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 sh**, send hits but you know sh** Trouble, trouble they know how I get down From these p**y a** rappers to these street clowns Oh you got fitapese in that bag right there It is red dough (Hook) All these n***as b**hes, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that b**h is so freeze It's money over b**hes, a b**h I don't need 'Cause I be trapping hard hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my n***a started , they say we so retarded See these bricks I be coping ,hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my n******gs starving, stuff the pounds and the garbage They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin (Verse) They trust me in blood money, f** b**hes we ball out Pop pills with Tadoe, my young n***as gon clear that Don't take out we be shy, 50 hundred your life These n***as jacking for phone pausing they murking for ice Man all these industry n***as they for the inner street n***as Just GBE DTE shout outs to them being n***as And my vice lords n***as, and my GD n***as And my moles and fouls, shouts out to dimtoe n***a Always to my zone to the stone chy rack like my second home All them young n***as strapped with them 30's popper Quick shot to your dome And I'm bout the don of 100, and with Trouble 200 My n***a Fredo Santana when you mix all that it's 300 (Hook) All these n***as b**hes, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that b**h is so freeze It's money over b**hes, a b**h I don't need 'Cause I be trapping hard hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my n***a started , they say we so retarded See these bricks I be coping ,hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my n******gs starving, stuff the pounds and the garbage They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin