[Verse 1] You looking at a soldier Bitch I'm the sure thing Born and raised in the middle of a poor ring I turned a bad thing into a good thing Listenin to malcom feelin like i've been hoodwinked I could think about tomorrow and its promises But I'mma just load my gat on some survival shit And when I hear they got a drought on it I take a month out of rap and I hustle til I'm out of it Yeah, you can smell the work in the car seats Smell you in the trunk if you at all speak Shit, I got diamonds on my neck bitch and all my teeth 52 carrots, bugs bunny, all drug money I got an x-connect on the west coast I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for twenty mo' Fo' sho I'm nice with the flow But a chosen few know That I'm a hustla on the low [Hook] Look into the eyes of a hustla baby Yeah, money I'mma get it And the second I get it Its money ova bitches Yeah, you know its money ova bitches Know go get my money Look into the eyes of a hustla baby Yeah, money I'mma get it And the second I get it Its money ova bitches Yeah, you know its money ova bitches Know go get my money [Verse 2] Take it out the wrapper Sit it on the stove Break a gram off and put it in my bitch's nose She tells me how it feels She's numb, She's froze Bitch! wake up and help me cook these hoes I gotta get my cake up cause all I eat is dough I'm a dangerous mothafucka watch your feets, your toes I bang this mothafucka you can't keep the clothes Thats your mouth we're talkin bout Stop jumpin out your face Before I have a hundred bugs shots jumpin out ya face One shot will knock your girlfriends scrungie out of place Tony Dungie I dont play I coach Ho, I spray raid on the cockroach, die slow I know my flow is hotter than 50 Summertime in Hollygrove Thats the stove As he drove that black bentley coupe through the city All the bitches try to get me and I let 'em [Hook] [Verse 3] Aye, I got twenty on my wrists Thats a rainy day schedule Rain drop diamonds nigga Thats a rainy day bezzle Yellow diamond earings Sunny day special Its vicious my niggas Its eyeview I'd straight catch you The bitches on the sidelines Looking for the rescue But I just give 'em guidelines Hard dicks and pistols 5 hard, 5 soft, wrapped up in tissue Say bitch you better get back before I start to miss you Its the carter baby pardon all my issues I gotta get it I'm a hustla to my tennis shoe Tell them boys come on in the swimming pool Send a fool Then I eat 'em up like dinner food And I'm floatin with keys in the inner tube They prolly see my driving with pounds in the 22's All 51 rounds in the 47 Dope boy, dope boy Thats what they all yelling [Hook]
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