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Gotta Hustle Lyrics
 

Yea
Shout out to my nigga that put me in the game at an early age
Showed me how to hustle
I won’t disclose his name
No need to debrief
But I’mma be real brief with this shit right here mane
Shout out to all the real hustlas around the world
It’s you money man
Ya dig?

(I gotta hustle) cuz I need it, man you know I want it
From the necklace to the dubs, to the 50’s, to the 100’s
(I gotta hustle) baby boy need a new winner
And my wifey on my line wanna take her out to dinner
(I gotta hustle) and on top of that
I just bought a brand new Cadillac
With the sun rooftop, put diamonds in the back
Pocket full of money, with some diamonds on my neck
Man, I gotta hustle

I gotta put some money in my pockets
Still hatin on the nigga, tell cuz he better stop it
Five stacks and my slacks on profit
Gally good shit, my blood bout to spark it
You ain’t yella take a risk, that’s the mark shit
I’m selling dope, by my new bitch apartment
We coming up, now these busters wanna start shit
Caution for your melon – I’ll squash it
I gotta hustle, you see my ki is rootin full
I wish you would tuck me boy, my niggas lookin forward
And guess what, I don’t even tell em do it full
But do a nigga wrong, watch him start shootin folk
Bomb shit, if I tell er she gon do it for me
That’s my bottom bitch, she love to give me your money
I gotta get it, wutchu think I stand for?
Wake up on my hustle, I ain’t playin boy

(I gotta hustle) cuz I need it, man you know I want it
From the necklace to the dubs, to the 50’s, to the 100’s
(I gotta hustle) baby boy need a new winner
And my wifey on my line wanna take her out to dinner
(I gotta hustle) and on top of that
I just bought a brand new Cadillac
With the sun rooftop, put diamonds in the back
Pocket full of money, with some diamonds on my neck
Man, I gotta hustle

I stay up in the mix
I’m worried about my money, you worried about a bitch
Sucka nigga, get some money nigga
Word around the town that you downs a hustla nigga
Uh, slippin through the cracks of life
I hit the weed once, then I pass her like
I’m really fucking with it, I’m on some boss shit
Get kicked up, eating lobster and shrimp
I got my bizniss cup, gotta walk in the strip
Overseas bitches, talking in French
They might not understand the flow but they understand the chips
You never seen a motherfuckin hustla like this
Ha ha, where was I? oh yes
The world is a bitch so I got her selling sex
Glamour underneath, extra clip around my sweats
Hustle like my uncles nigga, I ain’t rich yet
Let’s get this money, nigga

Hustle cuz I need it, man you know I want it
From the necklace to the dubs, to the 50’s, to the 100’s
(I gotta hustle) baby boy need a new winner
And my wifey on my line wanna take her out to dinner
(I gotta hustle) and on top of that
I just bought a brand new Cadillac
With the sun rooftop, put diamonds in the back
Pocket full of money, with some diamonds on my neck
Man, I gotta hustle

I gotta hustle hard, youngin left the pound
Young pilot been around, yea, it’s going down
Serve it by the pound, I’m tryina double bubble
HBMG, my dog pound brothers
Fly like G’s, what a nigga rep
I’m tryina get rich, my chips with dip
On the freeway, hot box the whip
Got the car from the dog, now we chill in this shit
Young pilot go to school, AB I rep
Keep the weed lit, serious pal
Take flight and I land on the stage of the strip
Like D Dimes catch us 80 shraw
I walk with a lip, tryina stack my paper
Take flight bitch, I’mma fuck in the scraper
Got bitches blatin, going hard
My goons yea they gon stomp your yard for this paper

Hustle cuz I need it, man you know I want it
From the necklace to the dubs, to the 50’s, to the 100’s
(I gotta hustle) baby boy need a new winner
And my wifey on my line wanna take her out to dinner
(I gotta hustle) and on top of that
I just bought a brand new Cadillac
With the sun rooftop, put diamonds in the back
Pocket full of money, with some diamonds on my neck
Man, I gotta hustle

I gotta hustle
I gotta hustle
I gotta hustle

 
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