Never Go Broke lyrics

[Intro]
Thugga, muhf*cka (Hey)
Sound like some SS3 sh*t, 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 f*cked up temp'
I miss you, you gon' make me cry a river (Yeah)
I want all these n*ggas 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
f*ck them haters baby, baby
Act like you ain't sh*t to 'em
They only wanna come around you
You better not get sh*t 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*ggas, they feel me
But he ain't gon' kill me cause I take care of every motherf*cker '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 b*tch so bad, I won't no trojan
I made her rub me with this lotion
Take some from my b*tch 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*gga 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*gga Gucci too, hey
Louboutaly Lucci woochie
I wan' get ya b*tch 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, f*ck '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 sh*t hey, hey, hey
Diamonds brazy, diamonds fightin' goin' to war
I'ma buy that b*tch lil boy
Ride that b*tches like a bed up to the Porsche
Put that b*tch inside a 2000 car
Put that b*tch inside a car with my big bro, hey, hey
Told 'em bring that b*tch right back when it get dangerous
And I wouldn't dime with that b*tch, she owe me fund, yeah
Or she could just bring me back my funds
Ain't no pus*y n*gga baby, ain't the one
Freestyle than geek n*gga
Roll a bunch of pot and smoke some weed, n*gga
Private party at the the yo with twenty freaks, n*gga
Old lady straight, she fly as a seagull, n*gga, yeah
I got forty thousand Adidas, n*gga
Evil, I only just f*ck the evil, n*gga
She gon' drop them b*tches like a beetle, n*gga, yeah
[Outro]
Rolling, SS3, on the way
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah