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Birdman & Lil Wayne feat. All $tar Cashville Prince
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Yeah, hustla music
I got that brown bag full of money, I got the work on the floor
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more, I got my mind right
Now I got that brown bag full of money, I got the work on the floor
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more, I got my mind right, money right
Yeah, yeah, the pot's hot as the rock expands
It's the paper-chasin' man, on the clock like hands
Grindin' like teeth, get money like Heath
Cliff Huxtable, keep it comin' like Keith
Gotta make it last forever, for worse or for better
Gotta make it past the devil, so guns, I got several
And everybody plays the fool, says Aaron Neville
But I just play to win, I holler back like heavy metal
Smellin' like petals from a rose, so they hoes
My bread's buildin', bagels and Legos
When I rose, they froze
Trust me, for them pesos, I'm an a-hole
AK holds, thick face blows
And understand, I'm talkin' money by the caseloads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case closed
Brown bag, bitch
I got that brown bag full of money, I got the work on the floor
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more, I got my mind right
Now I got that brown bag full of money, I got the work on the floor
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more, I got my mind right, money right
See, I'm the new investment, ain't no turnin' me back
Had them rubber band stacks and a Burger King sack
And I ain't never goin' back, sike, I love the life
Standin' under street lights, tryna get off that white
At a reasonable price, nah, I ain't tryna bargain with you
Them niggas hatin', well, I guess they gon' be starvin' with you
I got two jobs, I sell and I cop shit
Like father, like son, well, I was adopted
I told the Birdman, "Stunna, give me a chance"
And I don't even wanna tell you what I did with my advance
'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my fam
Took that lil' shit and copped 3,024 grams
Man, guess it is what it is, it was what it was
'Fore the rap game, I was sellin' drugs
Either way, I'm six figures before my first record
All-star, y'all gon' respect my work ethic
I got that brown bag full of money, I got the work on the floor
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more, I got my mind right
Now I got that brown bag full of money, I got the work on the floor
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more (yeah, was that you up nigga, up town)
I got my mind right, money right
From an eighth to a quarter, from a half to a brick
From an O to the OZ, the slab hood rich
And murder was the case, got me emptyin' out a clip
Stunna hollerin', "Birdman," nigga, right back in this bitch
Third Ward, throw the U up, I'm rollin' in the whip
With this money on my mind, got a hustle and a lick
Them high-rise buildings, me and youngin on some shit
Breakin' bread, choppin' millions 'cause a bitch ain't shit
Told as a youngin how to roll with that chopper
It's money on your block, for the money, I'll pop ya
Nigga wanna hate, but that money went and stopped 'em
From ridin' fly whips, now they hoes out jockin'
We stuntin' while y'all hatin', nigga, Stunna is what made ya
Nigga, I hear you're poppin' shit, but the Birdman raised ya, bitch
Birdman got an army, Birdman got a navy
And Cash Money can't save ya
I got that brown bag full of money, I got the work on the floor
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more, I got my mind right
Now I got that brown bag full of money, I got the work on the floor
And I swore that I would never hustle no more (yeah, nigga)
But I would never say that no more, I got my mind (and I can smoke to that, you heard me? Yeah)
I got my mind right, money right (like father, like son, nigga)
And we on the money train, believe that (money, money, money train)
New Orleans (all the time), all day, daddy (yeah)
From the block to the top, nigga (that's how we do it)
That's how we did it (that's how we did it)
From the kitchen to the rock
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