[Intro]
Thugga, muhfucka (Hey)
Sound like some SS3 shit, ya digg (Yeah)
Free the goat, you know what I'm sayin' (Ayy)
[?] (Free Roscoe) Yak Gotti
Slatt, Gotti, Gotti, Gotti
Free Slatt Slatt (Yak Gotti)
If you know him, you know he had a fucked up temp'
I miss you, you gon' make me cry a river (Yeah)
I want all these n***as gone
I want all of them come on home
I miss 'em and I'm so lonely
Free all the homies

[Verse 1]
Spend me some bands, spend me some racks
Spend me some fetti, guap, cash, spend me them bands
Nut in their hand, go get a rag
I just blowed a bag on her, didn't wanna plan
If you will it just stick to 'em
Stay turnt, that's gon' get to them
Fuck them haters baby, baby
Act like you ain't shit to 'em
They only wanna come around you
You better not get shit to em
They only wanna come and use you
And act like you kin to em
My momma didn't hate, my daddy didn't raise ya, hey
They know that I'm hot, I need a fan-tasia
Right now I'm on top, I'll look at your plan later
They know I'm so not basic, I'm not they cables
[Chorus]
I'm like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I save your life
I, I, I, I, I pray to god that I never go broke
I, I don't wanna see nothin' 'bout bein' broke
I swear to God, forget my sins, I don't want broke
I might just go to prison for I'm gettin' broke
No joke, no joke

[Verse 2]
B-R-O-K-E, I don't wanna see that
Not ever ever oh no, and I know I sound like a brat
And I'm not no brat but when you rich you act like that
They wan' kill me but all of them rich n***as, they feel me
But he ain't gon' kill me cause I take care of every motherfucker 'round me
And they bills every monthly every year
Never bought they Kenn Coles from good year
I put ice on they neck and I pebble all of their lil ears
This bitch so bad, I won't no trojan
I made her rub me with this lotion
Take some from my bitch just to be an explosion
And if you ain't knew it, now you know it

[Chorus]
I'm like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I save your life
I, I, I, I, I pray to god that I never go broke
I, I don't wanna see nothin' 'bout bein' broke
I swear to God, forget my sins, I don't want broke
I'd rather go to prison for I'm gettin' broke
No joke, no joke
[Post-Chorus]
I won't be broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke
Broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke
Broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-bro-o-oke
Broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-bro-oke
Broke-broke-broke, I won't be broke-broke-broke
I won't be broke-broke-broke
I can't spell broke-broke-broke
No these not broke-broke-broke
My Rollie broke-broke-broke
Iced out his bro-bro-bro
Yeah yeah, my dog changed yo

[Verse 3]
And he's iced out
You can not get it if you broke and you cannot
You can't run out of the spot, n***a got Glocks, yeah
They got them sticks, too
Send your ass way up to the moon
Rich lifestyle, no broom
Fly, Peter Pan in the room, yeah
Free my n***a Gucci too, hey
Louboutaly Lucci woochie
I wan' get ya bitch and get that coochie coochie
I just wanna catch your daddy, do 'em, do 'em
I just wanna catch a small glue do it to em to em
Leave 'em, fuck 'em, broke soon
Smoke 'em leave 'em dead yeah, bloody red jack
I'm on Slauson for no reason with a spank, yeah
We gon' die 'bout this shit hey, hey, hey
Diamonds brazy, diamonds fightin' goin' to war
I'ma buy that bitch lil boy
Ride that bitches like a bed up to the Porsche
Put that bitch inside a 2000 car
Put that bitch inside a car with my big bro, hey, hey
Told 'em bring that bitch right back when it get dangerous
And I wouldn't dime with that bitch, she owe me fund, yeah
Or she could just bring me back my funds
Ain't no pussy n***a baby, ain't the one
Freestyle than geek n***a
Roll a bunch of pot and smoke some weed, n***a
Private party at the the yo with twenty freaks, n***a
Old lady straight, she fly as a seagull, n***a, yeah
I got forty thousand Adidas, n***a
Evil, I only just fuck the evil, n***a
She gon' drop them bitches like a beetle, n***a, yeah
[Outro]
Rolling, SS3, on the way
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah