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

I wants money, the powers, the shit,
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 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 when it's to lay it down

This nigga don't give a fuck nuttin'
But dollar bills 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 the 5th wheel
And I'm up in the
So don't get mad when you see me a ski mask

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

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

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

No Limit rider, bitch don't me sayin' no lotta
If it's my loot, I shoot 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 hollow chips, wipe 'em with my
Charge It 2 The Game, chasin' fortune and
Never snitchin', ears itchin', Feds mention my
Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane true to the game
If it ain't about the paper, we just understand

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

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

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

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 stay up
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama we freakin' man
Nigga just waitin' for the champagne and 'cause me

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

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

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