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Yeah, hey, you know what I'm sayin'? Got AJ recordin' me The beat came from Sam Let's go I'm hustlin' (Hustlin') Get money, bitch (Get money) We bustin', (Bustin') this choppa shit (Brrt, chopper) No fussin', no, I don't argue, trick (No argue) Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and shit (Glass) I get money, I ain't put my problems on you (Yeah) Gallery Department pants, yeah Chanel, Pharrell, I'm steppin' on you 'Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand I done missed a appointment (I missed it) Think a nigga gon' back me down I promise you'll never corner me Christian Dior shades, my heart black just like spades (Let's go) Yeah, my ace boom goons, he can't wait to spray (Brrt) Yeah, we sweep 'em like a broom, (Broom) come tear up the place I ain't have no silver spoon, no steal, we gon' take She wanna hit my head man, go and catch a vibe (Vibe) Soon as I catch her, know I got her in the spot (Spot) In that Hellcat, shit, running lights (Running lights) In that black man ski, come in the sky (Come here) Letras de canciones In that track-hawk, leaving the scene (Track) Go crazy, like Charlie Sheen (Yeah) Yeah, we on ecstasy, that G6, we don't take no beans (G6) Hit that X, in that foreign, shit, that mean machine I'm hustlin' (Hustlin') Get money, bitch (Get money) We bustin', (Bustin') this choppa shit (Brrt, chopper) No fussin', no, I don't argue, trick (No argue) Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and shit (Glass) I get money, I ain't put my problems on you (Yeah) Gallery Department pants, yeah Chanel, Pharrell, I'm steppin' on you 'Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand I done missed a appointment (I missed it) Think a nigga gon' back me down I promise you'll never corner me Yeah I'm smoking shit, bitch, if Keed give me the go I slime out your mama, I slime out your ho If you beefing with me, might as well hang from a rope I know that I'm it, and nigga, you float I seen your lil' diss, that shit was a joke They hopping on trash, them niggas get croaked Free key spirit and free the damn goat Big dawg, bitch, can't hide that You bitch come and ride that (Ride) Push up on 'em, slide back I light the blunt then fry that You're a snake, and it take a rat, I bet they all food What's up, Keed? Man, I miss my dawg, I can't even call you In that track-hawk, leaving the scene (Woah, Track) Go crazy, like Charlie Sheen (Woah, yeah) Yeah, we on ecstasy, that G6, we don't take no beans (Woah, G6) Hit that X, in that foreign, shit, that mean machine (Woah) I'm hustlin' (Hustlin') Get money, bitch (Get money) We bustin', (Bustin') this choppa shit (Brrt, chopper) No fussin', no, I don't argue, trick (No argue) Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and shit (Glass) I get money, I ain't put my problems on you (Yeah) Gallery Department pants, yeah Chanel, Pharrell, I'm steppin' on you 'Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand I done missed a appointment (I missed it) Think a nigga gon' back me down I promise you'll never corner me (Woah, woah, woah, woah) From Letras Mania