Over Here Hustlin'

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Somebody say something to me
 Well tell them I say fuck it
 Cocky I know
 I work hard bitch
 I can do that, that right
 Now hoe don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook
 And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book
 Yes Wayne straight like a key of that good
 If your bitch don't know the rules then I will read her the book
 I got the key to the boat
 I got the key to the jet
 i got the key to success
 Get money invest
 Read up with the rest
 I got a Swedish connect
 That means my weed is the best
 Yoke to even the stress
 Ok the coupe is ridiculous and the Jeep is a mess
 That's called my bullets and lugers
 I put 'em deep in your neck
 Adam's apple meet banana clip
 You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip and then I dip
 They say the bullshit walks, the money talks
 So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls
 Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all
 It's money over everything and bitches under all
 M-O-B
 We over here hustling, we over here grinding
 Yeah shawty
 I wish one of them pussies would tell me something nigga
 Fuck, like father like son we going to bank on these bitches
 Half a mill in the grill on these pussies
 Pussy
 Uptown we in this motherfucker
 AK total
 Hood rich motherfucker
 Get money or die bitch
 One hundred
 I say uptown popping, uptown rocking, uptown made us
 It's the home of the hard knocks
 Cook up a whole block, hit it up in all white
 Riding with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice
 Shop till you pop bitch, do your own thing hoe
 Got the game from Casey, Sucka Flow, sixth court
 Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga
 Riding in a lamborghini, suicidal regal wings
 Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers
 Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper
 Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga
 Burn it and light it then we dip it and we hit it, nigga
 I spent a mill on my grill for real
 Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making these hills
 We be grinding while we shining, nigga packing that still
 Stay fly, get money, nigga stacking them bills
 We over here hustling, we over here grinding
 We over here hustling, we over here grinding
 We over here hustling, we over here grinding
 I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
 We over here hustling, we over here grinding
 We over here hustling, we over here
 We over here hustling, we over here grinding
 I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
 I say we deep in the game nigga, we switchin them lanes nigga
 Got blood money homie
 No pain, no gain nigga
 Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name nigga.
 That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga
 Hop out a range, nigga
 Fang in hand, nigga
 Stop all that repping, 'fore I send some flames nigga
 All this money nigga
 Jewelry and fame nigga
 Cause we be stunting nigga
 Moving them things nigga
 Paper paper, paper
 All I need is paper
 Green paper
 White chalk, yellow tape will
 Make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's apron
 Go ahead and make the steak then bitch nigga
 Bitch, nigga talking
 This is how money sound
 I'm just chilling but my money still running round
 Yeah, and I do's what I does
 You niggas couldn't even be who I was
 Unbelieveable
 Un-motherfucking-believeable the type of shit we do
 Shit whats the business OG Jones
 Casey, Shahim, Mohad, World
 What it do OG Cowsin, Po Milla, Carls Jack
 My nigga Squaloo, Wet Loofas
 All my hood rich Gs
 And one of my nigga's gangsters
 All of my AK totals
 Get money or die bitch
 

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Duration
04:52
Key
11
Tempo
144 BPM

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