Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
What gangstas do for money
187, 211 Im bout it bout it see yo Im down to do whatever
I wants money the powers the shit nigga
I need dollar shit
Til I win the lotto bitch
My motto is to get rich
Hustler make things all right
Connected on our flight
You need da Gs and keys over in the car
Drove back all night
Wont do nuttin for some ass
While I will do anything for some cash
Fuck the police
now I from city fresh off a coppers ass
What you gon do when the bills dont come
And what you gon do when its time ta lay it down
Dis nigga dont give a fuck bout nuttin but
Dollar dollar bills yall
Da real yall
Im tryin ta get a mil yall
I cost dese things dat I can afford dat I want
You calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheel
And, Im up in the trunk
So dont get mad when you see me with a ski mask
I be blastin
Im gonna get the cash by any means
The stash
Plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat
Youre gon be surprised when Im over your eyes
when you see me on the creep
Dem niggaz dat feel us
Be de killas and dealers
Witness my shit nigga
Strong arm for skrilla
Top yo mama for a dollar
Gangstas do what we gotta
Back da coke sell the powder
For the money and power
No Limit rider
Bitch dont make me sayin no lotta
If its over my loot
I shoot and never miss
Buts its burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits
Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip
Nigga down to do some work
Put in work make it hurt
Take my hollow chips
Wipe em wit my T-Shirt
Charge It 2 Da Game
Chasin fortune and fame
Never snitchin, ears itchin
Feds mention my name
Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da game
If it aint about the paper we jus cant understand
If you aint scared
Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger
We some seven figure military minded niggaz
Show me money
Im smooth Im street smart
But I dont play by da rules, nigga move til we get caught
You know Im bout my mail nigga cant you tell
P gon get me out of jail nigga he goin for da bail
But Im a sleep in my cell til they call my name
And niggaz rappin to me all night cuz of all this fame
Now I aint gonna let anyone get near me
He was hella tight
Im told em someone get out they came for a light
They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck
But Im bout ta bail ya out so yall niggaz stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama cuz we freakin man
Nigga just waitin for the champagne
And cuz dats me
(What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail)
I rather be sayin dumb shit den sit here
(What do you consider that)
Smokin green wit my niggaz and cleanin my strap
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