Hustlers (feat. EGC50)

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Marco Jackson

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Look, what you know about breaking down a bow
Running out of grams, call the plug to get some more
What you know about being on your last
I started from the bottom, had to go and get it bag

Cash money stunting all these niggas, now they really mad
Plug, f*ck with me, I'm just running up a tab
A lot of niggas jump up in this game, it don't last
A lot of niggas drive in my lane and they crash

Yeah, I'm a smooth nigga
Talking girls, right out their draws , so I don't pay for dinners
Hit the plug on Telegram, like, what's the menu
Niggas never seen a thousand pounds sitting in a venue

I be making hoes cry, man, they need some tissues
Too much money in the world, that's why I'm never in my feelings
Cuz said the feds, tell"em them, go and take a picture
I be really out the way, I be gone till November

Heart cold is December
All this dirty money, I need to take it to the cleaners
Niggas trying to tax me for them bows, I don't need them
I was out in Cali shopping for bows in a beater

Niggas hear my song and they asking for a feature
Tell them they gotta pay me
Four pockets full, like Im signed with lil' baby
Man, I know it sound crazy

I only love money
Cut some friends off, cause them niggas started acting funny
I ain't playing with these niggas
Don't ask about my scale , that shit stay with me, nigga

I'm just focused on my pros, I'm just trying to get some chicken
I be outside serving  grams in the winter
Took a couple of L's, but you know that I'm a winner
Chopping trees down in the hood, I'm yelling timber

Niggas had a lil' money run, now they finished
I ain't gonna never fall off, this the beginning

I ain't gonna never fall off because I'm on
Hundred bows in the mail, I bet we get them gone

You don't see my vision, you don't know what I'm on
Don't hit me up when them prices go up and I'm gone
Yeah, coming hotter than the summer
Remember being broke, every day feel like a bummer

Chop your hoe without moving
Tell her friends, lock me to numbers
Got the plan with my wood, so I gave her ass a lumber
Make the folks believe I'm Adam, hardball with no jumper

Think a bitch gon' try to jump my girl and I'm a stomper
I been hanging with Bambi, they been calling me Thumper
If you trying to crash out, I put them boys on your bumper
Money on my mind like a damn fade

They won't put you in the games, boy, you been played
Chopper chop him up quick, call him my sensei
That bitch believe in nigga pain like it was bengay

Yeah, it is just like that
If you sending them plays, then we sending them back
Why I'm working so hard? Because I've been needing them racks
Thigh pads on my legs, don't want them chunky, but fat

Let the hoes call me a dog, I ain't chasing no cat
Know if I'm leaving the crib, I bet I'm making it back
Never question why these hoes will set you up like racks
I'm said they born in the game, slick play is a fact

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