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Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap

What do for money
187, 211, I'm 'bout it, it see
Yo, I'm down to do

I wants money, the powers, the shit,
I need shit 'til I win the lotto, bitch
My motto is to get

Hustler make things all right connected on our
You the Gs and keys over in the car
back all night, won't do nuttin' for some ass
While I will do anything for cash

Fuck the police, now I from fresh off a copper's ass
you gon do when the bills don't come
And what you gon' do when it's to lay it down

This nigga don't a fuck 'bout nuttin'
But dollar bills y'all, the real y'all
I'm tryin' to get a mil

I cost these things that I can afford I want
You calls for the Cadillac the 5th wheel
And I'm up in the
So don't get mad when you see me a ski mask

I be blastin', I'm gonna get the cash by any
The stash plus a nigga gotta and a nigga gotta eat
You're gon' be when I'm over your eyes
you see me on the creep

What gangstas do for
187, 211, I'm 'bout it, it see
Yo, I'm to do whatever

niggaz that feel us, be the killas and dealers
Witness my shit, nigga, strong arm for
Top yo for a dollar, gangstas do what we gotta
Back the coke sell the powder for the and power

No Limit rider, bitch make me sayin' no lotta
If over my loot, I shoot and never miss
But's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits
Down for gangsta shit for the and grip

Nigga down to do some work, put in work, it hurt
Take my chips, wipe 'em with my T-Shirt
It 2 The Game, chasin' fortune and fame
Never snitchin', itchin', Feds mention my name
Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane stay true to the
If it ain't about the paper, we just can't

If you ain't
Better get somewhere when I this trigger
We some seven figure minded niggaz

What gangstas do for
187, 211, I'm it, 'bout it see
Yo, I'm to do whatever

Show me money, I'm smooth, I'm street
But I don't play by the rules, nigga 'til we get caught
You I'm 'bout my mail, nigga can't you tell
P gon' get me out of jail, nigga, he goin' for the

But I'm a sleep in my cell 'til they my name
And niggaz rappin' to me all 'cause of all this fame
Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me, he was hella
I'm told 'em someone get out, they for a light

They I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck
But I'm 'bout to bail you out, so y'all niggaz up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama we freakin' man
Nigga just waitin' for the champagne and 'cause me

you gonna do when you get outta jail
I rather be sayin' shit, than sit here
What do you that
Smokin' green my niggaz and cleanin' my strap

gangstas do for money
187, 211, I'm it, 'bout it see
Yo, I'm down to do

gangstas do for money
187, 211, I'm it, 'bout it see
Yo, I'm to do whatever