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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 down to do

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

Hustler make things all connected on our flight
You need the Gs and over in the car
Drove back all night, won't do 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 come
And what you gon' do it's time to lay it down

This nigga don't give a '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 afford that I
You calls for the Cadillac the 5th wheel
And I'm up in the
So don't get mad you see me with a ski mask

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

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

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

No Limit rider, bitch make me sayin' no lotta
If it's over my loot, I and never miss
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 chips, wipe 'em with my T-Shirt
Charge It 2 The Game, fortune and fame
Never snitchin', ears itchin', Feds my name
Mr. Abel, Mr. stay true to the game
If it ain't about the paper, we just can't

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

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

Show me money, I'm smooth, I'm smart
But I don't play by the rules, nigga '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 'til they call my name
And niggaz rappin' to me all 'cause of all this fame
Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me, he was hella
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 y'all niggaz up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, 'cause we freakin' man
Nigga just waitin' for the champagne and that's me

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

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 down to do