For all the hustlers
Round the world
Gangsta shit Nigga
Drug Money in a Hearst
Rich gangsta own a church
Court room with no shirt
Run up on me get murk
See the Mac 11 in the court room
Holy Ghost inside a show room
When we was broke they forgot they knew us
Now it's God Money hallelujah
I had to go get some enemies
I had to make me some enemies
I had to trap with some enemies
I point that strap at my enemies
I knew them niggas wasn't no friend to me
I had to make me some enemies
I had to pour me some Hennessy
So I could go murder my enemies
What the fuck these niggas hollering bout who the king of the south
Pussy Nigga should've said us
Little Nigga stop running your mouth
Pussy boy get your bread up
Little mama being real real stingy with the pussy
She gone still give the head up
Fuck her from the back then I let the cam run
You should see me put my leg up
Got it on me and I'm gripping it
Got it on me and I'm shipping it
Got it on me and I'm flipping it
Got it on me and I'm whipping it
Everytime you see a Nigga ill as shit
I know you hear a Nigga getting it
Get get get getting it
Goddamn a Nigga getting it
I been hustling since birth
I create my own work
Had so many six six ways mama
Said I needed church
Fucked her off only fan page
I know I'm gifted but I'm curse
Lord forgive me for my sick ways
I stole her money out her purse Uhh
Drug Money in a Hearst
Rich gangsta own a church
Court room with no shirt
Run up on me get murk
See the Mac 11 in the court room
Holy Ghost inside a show room
When we was broke they forgot they knew us
Now it's God Money hallelujah!
I had to go get some enemies
I had to make me some enemies
I had to trap with some enemies
I point that strap at my enemies
I knew them niggas wasn't no friend to me
I had to make me some enemies
I had to pour me some Hennessy
So I could go murder my enemies
See that god money Shit I knew it would spread
Get stop by the twelve you know that I fled
I said what I did and I did what I said
I ask for support and they want me to beg
I seen what it was when they left me for dead
You wanna sell bricks little Nigga you scared
You wanna hit licks little Nigga you scared
You wanna take trips little Nigga you scared
Get the doe flip the doe cook the doe being broke ain't shit no more
Trick ya hoe pimp ya hoe tip ya hoe make her blow a Nigga like a 64
You want some more
OG do a pick and roll
Four for four OG hit a give and go
The sickest flow OG smooth as tippy toe
The illest mode I'm cooling than a fu...
I been hustling since birth
I create my own work
I Had so many six six ways mama
Said I needed church
Fucked her off only fan page
I know I'm gifted but I'm curse
Lord forgive me for my sick ways
I stole her money out her purse Uhh
Drug Money in a Hearst
Rich gangsta own a church
Court room with no shirt
Run up on me get murk
See the Mac 11 in the court room
Holy Ghost inside a show room
When we was broke they forgot they knew us
Now it's God Money hallelujah
I had to go get some enemies
I had to make me some enemies
I had to trap with some enemies
I point that strap at my enemies
I knew them niggas wasn't no friend to me
I had to make me some enemies
I had to pour me some Hennessy
So I could go murder my enemies
You already know what we doing man
Lil hair Sarasota Florida
Aka baking soda
All the hustlers world wide