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

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

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

This nigga give a fuck 'bout nuttin'
But dollar bills y'all, the real y'all
I'm to get a mil y'all

I cost these things that I can that 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 with a ski

I be blastin', I'm gonna get the by any means
The stash a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat
You're gon' be surprised when I'm over your
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 that feel us, be the killas and dealers
Witness my shit, nigga, arm for skrilla
Top yo mama for a dollar, do what we gotta
Back the coke sell the powder for the money and

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

Nigga down to do some work, put in work, make it
Take my hollow chips, wipe 'em with my
Charge It 2 The Game, chasin' fortune and
Never snitchin', ears itchin', Feds my name
Mr. Abel, Mr. stay true to the game
If it ain't about the paper, we just understand

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

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

Show me money, I'm smooth, I'm smart
But I don't play by the rules, nigga move 'til we get
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 in my cell 'til they call my name
And niggaz rappin' to me all night 'cause of all fame
Now I ain't gonna let anyone get me, he was hella tight
I'm told 'em get out, they came for a light

suggested 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 waitin' for the champagne and 'cause that's me

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

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

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