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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 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 the Gs and keys over in the car
Drove back all night, won't do nuttin' for ass
While I will do anything for cash

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

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

I cost these things I can afford that I want
You for the Cadillac with the 5th wheel
And I'm up in the
So get mad when you see me with a ski mask

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

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

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

No Limit rider, don't make me sayin' no lotta
If it's over my loot, I shoot and never
But's it's from my clip like a pot of hot grits
for gangsta shit for the chips and grip

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

If you scared
Better get somewhere when I this trigger
We seven figure military minded niggaz

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

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

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

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

What you gonna do when you get jail
I rather be sayin' dumb shit, sit here
do you consider that
Smokin' with my niggaz and cleanin' my strap

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

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