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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I be blastin', I'm gonna get the by any means
The stash a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat
gon' be surprised when I'm over your eyes
When you see me on the

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

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

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

Nigga to do some work, put in work, make it hurt
Take my hollow chips, wipe 'em my T-Shirt
Charge It 2 The Game, fortune and fame
Never snitchin', ears itchin', Feds my name
Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane true to the game
If it ain't about the paper, we can't understand

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

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

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

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

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

What you gonna do when you get outta
I be sayin' dumb shit, than sit here
do you consider 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 'bout it, it see
Yo, I'm to do whatever