Lyrics:
if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin'
Gotta get that money, make that money
Keep it comin' if it takes all night, can't be strugglin'
overlooked
I can't lie
But you know
I just keep it pushin'
Can't worry bout it
I cannot lie
Music is like everything, I need it in my life
If I didn't have
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
Won't stop, can't stop, said I'm gon fight
For mine, mine
Yeah, unh, yeah
Had to get back to it uh
Never turning my back to it uh
The flow back fluid
Put
feel about her
Well I'll tell you what I know
Brown sugar love me real slow
And I don't care what my friends say
I just can't let her go
Two years
Drop it
Ace and Action
Steady Pace by my side
The name of this one here is Together
This is goin' out to all those who some day reach that fork
Chorus:
Look at all these haters surrounding me every day
hatin on a baller but they can't stop my pay
stop all the hatin I can't take it no more
it's time for a new plan, bam
I'll be swingin' like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin' dropped by
what it is, nigga
And so
Ayy, let's get it
But if you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop now
Watch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (keep goin')
Put my kids in Givenchy
She must think one plus one is three
I can't support you
masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped
on my dresser
I got's to get paid, everyday, by the minute, by the second
Check it, I need to get to Houston
Need to get a Caddy sittin' on them deuce
send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in our home town
And yes I'm one of them
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
wonder if i’ll ever get away from this ferris wheel.
It's hard to write out what I feel.
When I, I just cannot tell what is real.
No I’m sittin
again
And do it again
Anee can I get a sack it depend
Spend it make it back and do it again
Cause I got the hoes for sell
I got the dope for sell
I got
(They dead as fuck)
Who words its gone be against me or hers
If i tell that bitch top my brother she gone do it (She gone do it)
I run these bitches man
Fool me twice, it's strike three and that's how it's gonna be
Step on my shoes, I'll step on your face wearin' cleats
My Air Max 90's, you can't fuck
Yeah, I'm burning, bringing hell,
If you really want to do this get your soul ready to sell,
10 to 1 and then the bell,
Got it ringing hear the knells,
customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin
for me
I'm about to hit the 'Ye button
I don't wanna say nothin' wrong
But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothin'
Imagine if I ain't say somethin'
though it may not bring mass appeal
Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
If you don't like what I'm sayin'? Fine
But don't close it, always keep
know it)
She know I don't give a shit, but I'm on her wishlist
Your Rollie ain't worth shit, if it goes tick-tick (you can't)
I'm from North Memphis,
might just be the feds
Thinking back I got set up by my ex
So why the fuck would I trust you
If you ain’t beneficial to them they gone say fuck you
Bizzy
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