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

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

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

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

nigga don't give a fuck 'bout nuttin'
But dollar dollar bills y'all, the 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 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 gonna get the by any means
The stash plus a nigga survive and a nigga gotta eat
You're gon' be surprised when I'm your eyes
you see me on the creep

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

Them niggaz 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 for the money and power

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

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

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

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

me money, I'm smooth, I'm street smart
But I don't play by the rules, nigga 'til we get caught
You know I'm 'bout my mail, 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 'cause of all this
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 suggested I to be rich and I was like mad as fuck
But I'm 'bout to bail you out, so y'all niggaz stay up
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, 'cause we freakin' man
Nigga just waitin' for the champagne and that's me

What you do when you get outta jail
I rather be 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 'bout it, it see
Yo, I'm to do whatever

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