Hustler's Jam

Get rich or die trying, got me feeling like I'm 50 Bitch, we got it all, you want that Bobby or that Whitney Bitch, I'm riding with my blicky, you never know when it get gritty So much money, I could make my opps, mama, come and lick me Get rich or die trying, got me feeling like I'm 50 Bitch, we got it all, you want that Bobby or that Whitney Bitch, I'm riding with my blicky, you never know when it get gritty So much money, I could make my opps, mama, come and lick me A nigga hit my bitch, had two of his, and now he shitty Gotta keep my semi, I never know who out to get me My mama taught me if her pussy hairy, then it's busy So I don't lust bitches, I'm only talking to my Siri See me on her TV, call her George, cause now she curious Gave her this dick once, and now that little bitch act delirious I don't want no thot, don't want no bitch that's yelling period I want a type that I could whine and dine and take serious They say, is you really boutabag? I say, of course Brody at her balling, I ain't talking on the court Build a bitch up, and I ain't talking about no fort Chase a nigga down, remind me when I play sports Get rich or die trying, got me feeling like I'm 50 Bitch, we got it all, you want that Bobby or that Whitney Bitch, I'm riding with my blicky, you never know when it get gritty So much money, I could make my opps, mama, come and lick me Get rich or die trying, got me feeling like I'm 50 Bitch, we got it all, you want that Bobby or that Whitney Bitch, I'm riding with my blicky, you never know when it get gritty So much money, I could make my opps, mama, come and lick me Ayy, chasing money, getting to it, tryna cop a Bentley You can't stay on by my side, little bitch, you keep on acting iffy All these bitches in my face, but I'm just tryna chase my benji's Probably should've worked for Popeye's, niggas see my chicken crispy Ayy, stuck up in this street shit, bitch, the deep end Stuck in with my Gleek in, always told me I wouldn't be shit Baby thinks she left eye, don't fuck with Scrubs, but she be creeping I get mad and get to tweaking, might just pop you for no reason Hit her once, she off my list, hit the booth and talk my shit Took a break from all this rapping, but I'm back up on my shit Bitch, I'm a player, not a pimp, you can't play me like no simp Pop a pussy in his lip, leave him floating like a blimp Get rich or die trying, got me feeling like I'm 50 Bitch, we got it all, you want that Bobby or that Whitney Bitch, I'm riding with my blicky, you never know when it get gritty So much money, I could make my opps, mama, come and lick me Get rich or die trying, got me feeling like I'm 50 Bitch, we got it all, you want that Bobby or that Whitney Bitch, I'm riding with my blicky, you never know when it get gritty So much money, I could make my opps, mama, come and lick me