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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 it, 'bout it see
Yo, I'm to do whatever

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

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

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 it's time to lay it down

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

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

I be blastin', I'm get the cash by any means
The stash plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga eat
You're gon' be 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 down to do

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

No Limit rider, bitch don't make me 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
Down for gangsta shit for the and grip

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

If you scared
Better get somewhere when I pull this
We some seven figure minded niggaz

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

me money, I'm smooth, I'm street smart
But I don't play by the rules, move 'til we get caught
You know I'm 'bout my mail, 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 night 'cause of all fame
Now I ain't gonna let get near me, he was hella tight
I'm 'em someone get out, they came for a light

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

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

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

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