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on a nigga in a California
Teach a lame how to flip a couple numbers
Whole summer dope runners getting more commers
Money got me geekin', damn I need more

was hard at work, summer heat, blacktopping
Our eyes locked for a second, I even caught her blushing
I wanted to say something nice, but couldn't think

you've ever met
She's got a depth to her that's hard to ignore
Go, go, go, go and get your money
Go, go, go, go and get it in your bag
Go, go, go, go

She works for a boss
Twice her age
Works by a window
In an open cage

She's a business girl
Alone in the world
With people who don't care

a bloody bitch 
She laid, her body's gone tardy 
Knowing you was getting by hardly 
Knowing you can no longer party 
Knowing you'll be followed by

the work up out the drop
I'm puttin' in on the order
Tryna get this rap money
And stack it like trap money
But others like crack money
Let's get that work

Dyckman, she Dominican

Grimey savage, that's what we are (we are)
Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star (star)
GS9, I go so hard (hard)
But GS for my gun

heaven
Been hurtin' all my life, all I know is suffer
Been hustlin' all my life, all I know is struggle

At the age of six I learned how to flip
CD and DVD

Goyard Bag

Fabolous

Def Jam Presents: Direct Deposit, Vol. 2

2017

Wakin' up on the hills right by Runyon yeah
Smokin' on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
Like I'm a private chef, cook for money yeah
Hey white

6 Minutes

Lil Wayne

I'm a Hustla

2005

a good deal with these Firestones
I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes I got summers
I got vicadens, valiums I ain't

Blowing 20 then I'm out
Not outta money just let the driver know when to bounce
Stop by [?] for the crab cakes
Lap dance by a bitch who still on back page

the game way too long and ain't take a loss
How you showin' up to work late and think you a boss?
My plane takin' off, more money in the bank
Less time

learnt some magic tricks to double up my currency
Hey
In LA its nice and sunny
White girls got ass this summer
Damn
My bitch ain't american
She from

More & More

T.I.

The Dime Trap

2018

Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion,

steps iron left with the bat swing
Another head cracked by the Louis V twister
Call it what you want
I be going hard
I be going raw
Raw like a dog
Raw

on the mattress money underneath
We on repeat G, Wavy Tay he on the beat
I work so hard I don't go to sleep
Tell me why is your bitch on her knees
Fuck

up my brain
I can't fuck with all of y'all, I'm tightenin' up my game
Come too far for me to complain
No one came as hard as I done came, fasho
I

I Do It

Lil Wayne

B.O.A.T.S. II: #METIME

down
Put your camera phone down
If she got an a** and the girl a fan, it's going down
I'mma f*** you like I've been waiting a century for it
Give

him to pay some lawyer fees, please
Ball hard, do it big, get the money
You could work a nine to five, do it all by the book
You could hustle

(It's so hard)

Ayy
The jewels runners, the product of many cruel summers
And the description was fittin', they say it's two gunners
Slap

days
All the hard days
Baby hold me
We made it through
All the cold days
All the hard days
We made it our way

A 100 summers I've been
Here on my own

finna smash ya
Damn right we finna pass ya
Twerking so hard she sweat off her lashes
And she a freak by the way that she dancing
Asked for some head

And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for

bitch
Me and Lil Kay on the come up we working too hard made a song for the summer (Yee)
Hop in the Jeep or the Hummer you know I got speakers so this