You already know it do nigga You know the size of it too Cash money I dont know what they be shorty But fuck 'em, you know they be talking about my Yeah, If we dont know nothin, we know we grind for the shine daddy that One million, two million, million, four million You it? If you cant bitch, go get your nose straightened out
{Lil You at a soldier Bitch I'm the thing Born and raised in the of a poor ring I a bad thing into a good thing Listenin to malcom feelin like i've been I could about tomorrow and its promises But I'ma just load my gat on some shit And i hear they got a drought on it I take a month out of rap and I til I'm out of it Yeah, you can smell the work in the car Smell you in the trunk if you at all Shit, I got on my neck bitch and all my teeth 52 carrots, bunny, all drug money I got an on the west coast I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for mo' Fo' sho I'm nice the flo But a few know I'm a hustla on the low
Look the eyes of a hustla baby Yeah, money get it and the I get it Its ova bitches Yeah, you know its money ova go get my money Look into the of a hustla baby Yeah, I'ma get it and the I get it Its money ova Yeah, you know its money ova go get my money
{Lil it out the wrapper Sit it on the Break a off and put it in my bitch's nose She me how it feels numb, She's froze Bitch! wake up and help me cook hoes I get my cake up 'cause all I eat is dough I'm a dangerous watch your feets, your toes I bang mothafucka you cant keep the clothes Thats your mouth talkin bout Stop jumpin out face I have a hundred bugs shots jumpin out ya face One shot will knock your girlfriends out of place Tony I dont play I coach Hoe, I spray on the cockroach, die slow I my flow is hotter than 50 Summertime in Thats the As he drove that black coupe through the city All the try to get me and I let 'em
{Lil Yeah, I got twenty on my a rainy day schedule Rain diamonds nigga Thats a day bezzle Yellow earings Sunny day Its vicious my Its eyeview I'd straight you The bitches on the for the rescue But I give 'em guidelines dicks and pistols 5 hard, 5 soft, wrapped up in Say bitch you better get back before I to miss you Its the carter baby all my issues I gotta get it I'm a hustla to my tennis Tell them boys come on in the pool Send a Then I eat 'em up like food And I'm floatin with keys in the inner They prolly see my driving pounds in the 22's All 51 in the 47 boy, dope boy Thats they all yellin
{Lil Shut the fuck up, I dont need niggas.......... timmy p