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feat. Crooked I & Sullee J.
Imma hustler, find me where itâs wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I donât trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground Iâll know
You ainât got no paper left
Better get your paper right
I donât go to sleep nigger
I donât even say good night
Get it day and night
Iâm slinging like Iâm weighing right?
Stay and fight bust the douglas
Slay a mic hustlers lovers
Yâall crazy thinking that you can compare me
To other suckers
Itâs all gravy motherfuckers
Cause I smother fuckers
Keep the language of the streets
When Iâm banging beats
When Jeezy used to hang with Meech
Rocking more shine
Winning bankers winning rich
They no stop like Iâm getting close line
Like Iâm hanging sheets
Slow the house
Nickel Joey I ainât hour
How a crook get a symbol by the higher power
The power in my coup,
Iâm the Eiffel Tower
And my host has got more toasts
Than a bridal shower
Hear the pain in my voice
When I hear the ray pitch
I was born in a ditch
But Imma die rich
Imma hustler, find me where itâs wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I donât trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground Iâll know
Imma hustler, find me where itâs wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I donât trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground Iâll know
The repercussions forâ¦
Tieâem up, put them in the trunk
Hit the speaker romping
My speech is running
Is cooking coke on the easy oven
Donât be easy
Smoking all my weed in public
Had the two to fuck it
Pulling up myâ¦
I ainât talking luncheon
When I say that all my dreams andâ¦
Your life is like an after party
See niggers running
You nigger ainât retaliate for nothing
You know that hard talk was just bluffing
And you niggers is not trusting
Money Imma touch it ball over
Niggers live of it
But Imma dust from it
Let you finding the pussy
I ainât worried bout nothing
I keep my grill up on my stomach
Noen of you pussy niggers want it come on
Imma hustler, find me where itâs wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I donât trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground Iâll know
Imma hustler, find me where itâs wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I donât trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground Iâll know
If you chipping eyes to ties
Itâll be the cause of your demise
I bring theâ¦to your corpses
See the storm thatâs in my eyes
And from the eyes of the echelon
Use to hack it low
So wretched forâ¦
Hustle with the mind is divine
Is a form of script
Put the formula on formula
And agonizing the souls
I can masturbate
When money in the jack it lay low
These will multiply my equity
The industry just diving me
I swear to soul I use this remedy
Rich in my faith
I get rich in my Gilligan
The problem isnât real
Iâm an issue Miss America
Iâve been raised to be a warrior
A form of notorious
Down with the snitch
No rails in your posters
My own CD for the soldiers
Imma hustler, Iâve been selling name for a hoe
Heâs a buster, siding with the Jakes and I know
I donât trust ya, Iâm riding with the fire that grow
If itâs hot enough to burn and inspire your soul
Imma hustler, find me where itâs wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I donât trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground Iâll know