Wit' dreams of ownin' a records label, flippin' words Semi-auto and marlboros in the bottle, 'til I hit the lotto I got a clip full of hollows, money makin's my motto I'm makin' money off of verses when I spit 'em on tracksĪnd if I ain't sellin' no records, I'm servin' them packs You serve a motherfucker, you serve him for that Until I take a dip in the range, I'm flippin' them thangsĪ hustler's definition, is a hustler for scratch Get paid whether you legit when you slang or tippin' off 'cane I represent them nigga's ballin' wit' jewelry full of zickelsĭown to the nigga's chasin' million, their dreams' servin' nickelsĪnd when you see me, don't hate, that I blowed up I got's to get them bigga, figga's, fuck what you talkin' I can serve sixteen ounces for six and get back ninety-sixĪ killa for tha skrilla, nigga, best not be stalkin' My thoughts is jukin' the block, and dodgin' the one timeĪnd wit' pounds of dro before I double my shit Saw the 2000 and 3 navi, on sprees wit' a kit I got my finger on tha trigga, stayin' on tha grindĪnd when I wake up in the mornin', I got's to hit a lick I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
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