Lyrics:
Pastor:
Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara
And who is this? You new here, ain't you brother?
Willie D:
Yep
Pastor:
Well welcome to Mount Paid in
Awhudis?
Abwoi WEALTH
We dey hustle hard for the mo (money)
We dey hustle hard for the mo (money)
We dey hustle hard for the mo (money)
We dey hustle
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
ain't gettin' money yo' lil' lyin' self
Get a hundred thousand dollar check and spend it by myself
Bitch, don't miss this jet, I'll get in it by myself
the fruit of peach, uh
New church, new pastor but fuck what they preach
Saved by the bell and I ain’t talking Screech
It cost for the lips bitch kiss me
all like Master P
Florida Boy like Pastor Troy, I still got pussy in Detroit
Last time up in G5, Shawty came to me and took em off
Ain't even have no
you to pray for me i'm
Just going through some things right now
Grandma: Well, what's going on?
Lecrae: Well, you know, just
Everything family, money
don't really care about that
What they did I know they did it for a reason
Cause shit
The picture ain't always white and black
Still it's hard out here
in the hoods over 50 years
And they still ain't doing nothing for us
When I say us, the hebrew israelites are
So-called black people
We need to see
Trouble"
I'll never do it again, for real
"In Trouble"
Word, somebody help me, it's real
"In Trouble"
Please make everything be ok
"In Trouble"
I'm
He'll show you how to get it, pay a tax for it
I'm talking legal money, boy aint got to jack for it
I'm on a winning team
I'm talking troy Aikman
I get
energized, my music finds a way
to survive through the times and with the kinds today
L.A., what a wild place to be
styles by Ab, Mike Troy, and A.C.E.
Chorus
My hands to myself
Imma ridah I ain't never ran for no help
Kept that by the belt cause
Niggas will get to creepin
My niggas will grip them heaters
fighter
The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside
Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride
So many died, I ain't never been
something foreign streets still calling
Everytime it rain, more money for the team
06 in this barol, pull back, bang bang
Murder like so what, money
I sold
magazines for a while!
[Chourus x1]
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
We makin money y'all never goin see!
Because we
stabbing - movies show you where the knife go
Then they sell you life for death like Geico
Somebody better mail my check
My money
My money
My money
My
ever ask for help
Fuck you mean? That's that cash you smelled
Talk crazy, no pastors here
Make a pussy do a backwards flip
Hallelujah, yeah,
out
Got a Heart like Pastor Troy Well uh-huh dats da Sound
With dat Gullah fam Nipsey Hustle Running laps now
Awe man Yeah Its up and Its stuck like
niggas like it's '04
Next to Copeland's on Broadway
More money, more ways, the more clickin'
The more waitin'
Don't be annoying, hittin' my phone all day
Work hard for the money
She work (hard for the money)
She work (hard for the money)
Go on shake that money maker
She work (hard for the money)
Go
got no love for the po po
Turn the tv on I can't breathe
Is a no no
You can abide by the law
And still get you neck stepped on
Man I'm appalled
They
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
new assembly, new identity, remember me
keep remedy for the poison of my enemies
maw and remy, Jack D the allizy, yo
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