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

make things all right connected on our flight
You need the Gs and over in the car
Drove back all night, do nuttin' for some ass
While I will do anything for some

the police, now I from city fresh off a copper's ass
What you gon do when the bills come
And you gon' do when it's time to lay it down

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

I cost things that I can afford that I want
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 gotta eat
You're gon' be surprised when I'm over eyes
When you see me on the

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

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

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 clip a pot of hot grits
Down for shit for the chips and grip

Nigga down to do some work, put in work, it hurt
Take my hollow chips, 'em with my T-Shirt
It 2 The Game, chasin' fortune and fame
Never snitchin', ears itchin', mention my name
Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane stay to the game
If it ain't about the paper, we just understand

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

What gangstas do for
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 move we get caught
You know I'm 'bout my mail, nigga can't you
P gon' get me out of jail, nigga, he goin' for the

But I'm a sleep in my cell they call my name
And rappin' to me all night 'cause of all this fame
Now I ain't gonna let get near me, he was hella tight
I'm 'em someone 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 stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we man
Nigga just waitin' for the champagne and that's me

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

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

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