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Ooh la la,

See a nigga like me gonna get money I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a
Stay down for whatever forever hustle my mystic hoes

And soon you see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the

I keep a big old beater heater
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two
I'm them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just I'm Derek Jeter
I you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to start to treat her
The way a did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would marry her and her
I spit as much knowlege as preachers and
as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G, I get in yo'
I ain't to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, let me hit the
them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, bust
Them lyrics that make the people say he got nuts

See a nigga me gonna get money till I get rich
with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be we get rich
'Til it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked the prone
songs tucked under the prone

man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big steppin' in
flying when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm spitting up in your ear
I been rocking since I was 17 years old
up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the I was supposed to do

Money players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it to me
Real and unedited, not it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those haters me to be
Take the good the bad hit my set me free
the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella my fellas deep off in the hood

See a nigga like me get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a
Stay down for whatever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin with my
Deep, on a creep, songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs under the prone

You need to stop sticking your hand out and to fold it
Turn around the broom and trying to hold it
It's dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face, take to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get
Thinking that a rapper could get and phone tapped
My whole life I the hard way to spot liars
And it like it's usually the ones thats right by ya

Jumping up out the tip with sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun like it's bussing nuts
'Cept it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a
how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggaz to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start clowns out

See a nigga like me gonna get money I get rich
with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my
Deep, on a creep, fifty tucked under the prone
Fifty tucked under the prone