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HUSTLE (feat. Elijah)
by El Yatch
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got a mind full of money and a money full of mind
Hang them dollars on the line
Just baptized them with the Blood of Jesus
Holyghost got me working telekinesis
I drive Caprices with Priestess to show my thesis
I make Vatican money
I don't laugh if it's funny
I just smile all the time
It never ceases
I push these line while life be thrown dimes but
I need money and they say money is time
So I leave them coins in the corner of my pocket
Uhn
They lookin' at my for a profit
When they should look at me as Prophet
(Ahh I messed it up)
Even if I tell'm stop it, they'll start a count down and aim at me with a rocket
But Rosco put me on the stock tip
And I made an investment once I stocked it
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my Nigga Hippo for some music I can hustle, too
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my Nigga Hippo for some music I can (ooh)
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my N--, hustle, too
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge
Yo
(I keep uuuh)
And this is Thoughts of a Scholar, not thoughts of a dollar
Get a bunch of stacks then a heckler wanna holler
Y'all should've been yelling once Bradley switched the style up
And you know it's 'bout to pile up
Ima have to pass my work to the homies
Real work, talking steak not Bolognese
And ain't no probs, we don't need David Maloany
See once we get the money
We disappear like Shoney's
Change the alias up to "UR Not Aloan B."
Uhn
'CauseI know you wanna clone me
And if you do I won't call you phony
I won't even discuss it while I'm lonely
I believe everybody's heard Brad's the one and only
And I'm owned by the owner
Would've handle this myself, but it's hard being a loaner;
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my Nigga Hippo for some music I can hustle, too
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my Nigga Hippo for some music I can (ooh)
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my N--, hustle, too
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my N-- Hippo for some music I can hustle, too
got a mind full of money and a money full of mind
Hang them dollars on the line
Just baptized them with the Blood of Jesus
Holyghost got me working telekinesis
I drive Caprices with Priestess to show my thesis
I make Vatican money
I don't laugh if it's funny
I just smile all the time
It never ceases
I push these line while life be thrown dimes but
I need money and they say money is time
So I leave them coins in the corner of my pocket
Uhn
They lookin' at my for a profit
When they should look at me as Prophet
(Ahh I messed it up)
Even if I tell'm stop it, they'll start a count down and aim at me with a rocket
But Rosco put me on the stock tip
And I made an investment once I stocked it
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my Nigga Hippo for some music I can hustle, too
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my Nigga Hippo for some music I can (ooh)
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my N--, hustle, too
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge
Yo
(I keep uuuh)
And this is Thoughts of a Scholar, not thoughts of a dollar
Get a bunch of stacks then a heckler wanna holler
Y'all should've been yelling once Bradley switched the style up
And you know it's 'bout to pile up
Ima have to pass my work to the homies
Real work, talking steak not Bolognese
And ain't no probs, we don't need David Maloany
See once we get the money
We disappear like Shoney's
Change the alias up to "UR Not Aloan B."
Uhn
'CauseI know you wanna clone me
And if you do I won't call you phony
I won't even discuss it while I'm lonely
I believe everybody's heard Brad's the one and only
And I'm owned by the owner
Would've handle this myself, but it's hard being a loaner;
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my Nigga Hippo for some music I can hustle, too
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my Nigga Hippo for some music I can (ooh)
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my N--, hustle, too
I get my profit over tracks spitting knowledge 'cause I
Call my N-- Hippo for some music I can hustle, too
