Lyrics:
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards
bundles
I'm a full time hustler, a part time lover
My mama said, "Look boy you can be anything you wanna"
I'ma get it 'cause I gotta feed my son
These
(Where are you goin' to) Uh
Aye yo what's goin' on y'all (nothin') whats up?
It's a few things you should know so let's touch up (okay)
I was once one
Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo
Every chick wanna be bad
So they rap about experiences
They've never had
Their boy's seatbelt is the closest
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
Man this beat's so lazy
And I've been so wavy
Drink by drink, going a little crazy
And I'm lit so early
I just want a bag and the game toe tagged
Smoke
far from up
And you'll never meet a boss like me
Hustler by design ain't nothin' for free
Billion dollars that's what I'll make
I'll be the King make
Or I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f***
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin' me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come
shining
Thankful to be alive its just good timing
Ain't slept in days just been up grinding
This a full.time job and I'm just over timing
Tryna bite my
Know she wavy that tsunami
Cant keep my hands off her body
Shawty she got it she know that she with it
My little hustler baby let's get it
Needs
gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin'
know that thugs need love
Feeling so down casted
Ugh
Feeling so out casted
Ugh
I’m a thug yeah baby
I’m a hustler baby
Stay focus till I reach to the top
shit these days I have no time
For be that brew trouble just to blow by
rather check on my niggas make sure we all on board now
My grandma hit me up
nigga
Let's get, get, get money, nigga
If you ain't gettin' money, nigga, you's a funny, nigga
Yo, Atti, go
Real nigga catchin' bodies, boy, you just
I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
So all hail
Long as you get that money
I done dat time baby I took my case (Solid)
These new hustlers ain't built that way (Nah)
You get locked up homie you do yo
a mistake
Jack called go and get it ain't no time to sleep
I ain't trynna make friends bitch I'm trynna eat
Came from the bottom yo look at how time fly
yo' eye if it's on bitch
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - niggaz that with
yo' eye if it's on bitch
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - niggaz that with
Yo I'm rich, black the 6, the Lac
The Phantom, the strap, stay on my lap
I'm a hustler, ganja puffer, iron tucker
I get ripped in the afternoon
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin' me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come
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