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His here for the money homeboyMoney money money train niggaIt's like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolveAnd then we back and bounce back bitchYeaIt's real simple niggaIt's just seein' to be whats in you niggaIf you a hustla, you gonna get doughAnd that's how it goes.[Chorus]Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstasTommy guns, army guns quick to bang yaPull up at the club brand new fresh paintedThem hoes wanna ride hood rich n famousThem niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstasTommy guns, army guns quick to bang yaPull up at the club brand new fresh paintedThem hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous[Verse 1: All Star]I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gottaNot a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida(Harlem)I'm prolly' out in the east getting it in on the loc since I'm a stunna' I get 'em from ten(Yea)Letras de cancionesI just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (fuck em)I'm about my business I git it from SlimI grind hard (grind hard) ya cash-ville I'm gon' swagga'Pimpin on the car I'm gon' mask up or bang upHustla, gangsta, old school ChevroletCustom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood,So I'm like fuck being famousYou don't wanna live my life,Trust me I'm dangerous, I must keep a banga(Yea)What can I say but when its on, its onIf we don' call it off until everybody's goneAll Star homey, keep a hell of a priceCash money still a army and I earn my stripes[Chorus][Verse 2: Yo Gotti]I'm a gangsta millionaire sinceYou could put me on the scale and weigh everythin'I'm 36 old fish scale still standThen eat the niggaAnd I'm gonna ride fo' my people niggaI'm in the hood where the dudes beWhoever assumed that me a be runnin' around with c and bI gotta a army and I'm the general niggaMoney plentiful nigga, then why your old lady into the niggaI'ma button down bricks and voices off in my headLike murder bout the spirits and watchin' out fo' the fedsFo' real I got Mexican friends, I ain't gon' lie about itAnd I took a few losses I ain't gon' cry about itBut I'll front you a brick if you down and tapped outA nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about itYo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'Don't even speak to me Garth, you ain't a real nigga[Chorus][Verse 3: Birdman]Now I'm riding through my town got the key to my cityAll the tin mo things brand new in the minuteEvery nigga in this mothafucka' no me dogLivin' legend, ridin' fly, nigga ball til ya' fallMethomine project where I started the struggleGladis run around Sams in the circle we hustleK.C gave me the game, I took it and tuck itNigga brought it to another level cookin' and cuttingFrom the half 17's, nigga 50 n hundreds,I done made the Lamborghini's, rolls royces on buttonsAnd I done did my time, I wouldn't git it, wouldn't git itAnd got it on my mind cause it's money over bitchesAll the time I'm bout mine, nigga workin' from digitsGreen bag full of cash nigga how we feel itStunna island poppin' bottles nigga fuckin them bitchesGot the money and fame and them and them come on wit it, mo hundred[Chorus: x2] From Letras Mania