a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna
its H2O All we do is spend cheese cause we love the dough Mami roll more trees before it's time to go C'mon If you got cash money then you feel this
, Spitta bring it to just on time. On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G's. But don't nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew
real got surreal ?cause we feel you ain?t a ganster When I was a youngster, ate jazz and black Freedom had a pistol, it was just like that Old earth
I'm finger fuckin this game so you gotta play with yourself Don't pull a K off the shelf, or pull a strap out the stash I ain't gotta draw the pistol,
I know I can't afford to stop For a moment That it's too soon to forget I know I can't afford to stop For a moment That it's too soon to forget Man,
just pull out the stash Buy a million dollar piece like I buy a pack of C's You buy oz's of haze, I buy a forest full of trees This life will fade away
to bed, an hour later People be talkin', I feed dolphins My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office My skills is a fortune, Robbin' Leech out a
thaw, I thought I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go Ricochet Rabbit had a
to this s**t, y'all n***as is frontin' We some evil motherf**kers you can tell when we smirk Comes to money we ain't got no patience, like doctors who don't
go fill my belly A T bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few 'cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right
my sleep, same niggaz that I put to rest Got me wakin' up pourin' down a hella sweat The drugs got a nigga high and I can't explain Tye and skunk playin
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens
black Rockerfeller. Hell, a swiss and mozarella Pockets sweller, gettin' money like a bank teller 'Cause a fool and his dough soon split So when you come across a
all physical torture Pull out fast in a Porsche upon a double-crosser My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low
a meal ticket from these streets [Chorus:] Tryin to get a meal ticket [8X] [8-ball] 8-ball and MJG, southside representin, a nigga came to mention, These hoes can't
pull a gun up I put a hole in the first nigga that run up The ballers be Jay, R an' T Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me Can't nobody spit
a gun up I put a hole in the first nigga that run up The ballers be Jay, R, and T Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me Can't nobody spit it