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

Hustler things all right connected on our flight
You need the Gs and 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 city off a copper's ass
What you gon do when the bills come
And what you do when it's time to lay it down

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

I cost these things that I can afford that I
You calls for the 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 cash by any
The plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat
You're gon' be surprised I'm over your eyes
you see me on the creep

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, arm for skrilla
Top yo mama for a dollar, gangstas do what we
Back the coke sell the powder for the money and

No Limit rider, don't 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, 'em with my T-Shirt
Charge It 2 The Game, chasin' fortune and
Never snitchin', ears itchin', Feds my name
Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane stay true to the
If it ain't about the paper, we can't understand

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

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

But I'm a sleep in my 'til they call my name
And niggaz rappin' to me all night of all this 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

They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as
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 that's me

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

What gangstas do for
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 to do whatever