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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 shit I win the lotto, bitch
My motto is to get

Hustler make things all right on our flight
You need the Gs and over in the car
Drove back all night, won't do for some ass
I will do anything for some cash

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

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

I cost these things I can afford that I want
You for the Cadillac with 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 by any means
The plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat
You're gon' be surprised when I'm over your
When you see me on the

gangstas do for money
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, gangstas do we gotta
Back the sell the powder for the money and power

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

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

If you scared
get somewhere when I pull this trigger
We some seven figure military niggaz

What gangstas do for
187, 211, I'm it, 'bout 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, 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 cell 'til they call my
And rappin' to me all night 'cause 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 and I was like mad as fuck
But I'm 'bout to you out, so y'all niggaz stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama we freakin' man
just waitin' for the champagne and 'cause that's me

What you gonna do you get outta jail
I rather be sayin' dumb shit, sit here
What do you consider
Smokin' green with my niggaz and 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