[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Yeah, it's real n***as in my circle
We don't fuck with them fake n***as
You know?
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
All these n***as 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 n***as started, they say we so retarded
See, these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it
Can't leave my n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as started, they say we so retarded
See, these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it
Can't leave my n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as started, they say we so retarded
See, these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it
Can't leave my n***as 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 n***as gon' clear out
Don't take out we be shy, 50 hundred your life
These n***as jacking for foamposites, they murking for ice
Man all these industry n***as, they for the inner street n***as
Just GBE, DTE, shouts out to them BD n***as
And my Vice Lord n***as, and my GD n***as
And my moles and fouls, shouts out to dimtoe n***a
All the way from my zone to the stone
Chi-raq like my second home
All them young n***as 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 n***a Fredo Santana
When you mix all that, that's 300
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
All these n***as 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 n***as started, they say we so retarded
See, these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it
Can't leave my n***as starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage
Then throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin'
