Lyrics:
Hustle daily cause I like to shop
Keep it on me I might peep an op
Posting money that's actually a prop
You still hype bout that little g-shock
Five seven
What's wrong with that? Not a thing. I just sing
I wanna grow up to be a Cowboy, just like Buffalo Bill
I said it when I was a five-year-old and I guess I
got the work in the duffle
Eat sleep, shit, breathe, Hustle
The game bang russell simmons
Gun tucked under the linen
V12 stock engine (yeah)
Don’t
thought I was scared to reply
You probably thought I was a chicken
But c’mon Chazer, that’s not like me
This shit ain’t finger-licking
But I’ve got
that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
I'm saying man, that's my little mama
know what I'm talking 'bout?
I fly G5
finger
There's a five dollar ring in my hand
There's a ten dollar ring on your finger
And that five dollar ring went
Back in my pocket again
I almost
"Cool, it's on"
Pick me up at eight, then I hung up the phone
I called up the other, dropped a little know-how
Kicked it to her smooth, that other level
love) start a riot how fucking rad?
The real world is really unreal
How fucking rad
While the wildest of dreams can come a bill true stay
I mean dad
Uhh
Here we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty
Sixty-five, seventy,
a little bit of ticked off
Take off like a lift off but I can't though
Cause it gets tough
Phone bill rent due like a niggah making paper
But check my pay
bill.
Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a ticking,
Now she's finger lickin to the man,
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket,
been a ticking
Now she's finger lickin' to the man
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
And only stopping by on his way to a better world
and agony I know that I've been fooled
by my hastiness and my apprenticeship like behavior
I grab another nail In an attempt to save the
little face that I
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
hundred dollar bills are like baller I-D
And I get under niggas skin
They should call me I-V
But if you try me nigga
I will be your caller I-D
And that
money, short winded
Lets go and get it nigga
Bang bang, bitch niggas kept drinkin' shades from that double M
Get shot in your finger waves
Twenty
Now I'm like
Lies in the Vatican
Complex, shrouded in mystery
Einstein, but a little more gimmicky
Like any legend, myth, or anomaly
I disappear but
And a little more money..."
Woe to you, proud mortal!
Secure in your modest digs
You think you're immune?
You, who couldn't finger said cow in a police
up and
Y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons
Bitch we breed this 5-stars
Bitch we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars!
She ain't
a hundred crispy bills
That is what happens when you sign 360 deals
Give this chump a little chance
Punch you in his heart
Got signed for a chump then
Bumped
all my homies
I know that I'm wrong
But this bitch was the bomb
Im paying the bills at bazookas
I slip my finger through her g-sting
It was tight
She
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
the payment
All these little rapper come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement
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