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Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Like Father Like Son Originally released: 2006 |
Yeah, hustler
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to
florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to
florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money
right
The pots hot as the rock
Expands it the paper chasin' man on the clock
Like hands grindin' like teeth
Get money like heath cliff hukstable
Keep it comin' like keith gotta meke 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
Nevelle
But I just play to win holler back like heavy metal.
Smellin' like pedals from a rose so they hoes.
My breads buildin' bagels and legos when I rose
They froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes.
Think face blow and understand talkin money by the case
loads
Gun off safety I'm in safe mode I will hold court until the case
closed.
Brown bag bitch
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustler no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustler no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money
right
Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back
Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back
Sike I love the life standin' under the street light
Tryin' to get off that white at a reasonable price
Nah I ain't tryin' to bargain wit ya niggas hatin
Well I guess they gonna be starvin' wit you I got two jobs
I sell and cop shit like father like son well I was adopoted.
I told the birdman stunna gimme 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 takin' that hood shit
And copped about 24 grams man I guess it is what it is it
Was what it was before the rap game I was sellin' drugs either
way
I'm six figures before my first record
Ill stunt y'all don't respect my my work habits I'm a hustla
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money
right
Yeah thank you up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater
From a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies
That how i'm hood rich and murder was the case got me
Emptyin' a lot clips stunna hollerin' birdman nigga right back
in this bitch
3rd world throw the you up i'm rollin' in the whip
With this money on my mind gotta hustla and to lift
Them high rise dealin me and youngin' on some shit
Breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch
Ain't shit told as a youngin' how roll with the chopper
If money on your block for the money i'm a pop ya nigga
Wanna hate but they money wouldn't stop us from ridin' fly
whips
Now they hoe out jockin' we stunnin' while ya hating
Nigga stunna is what made ya I hear ya poppin shit
But the birdman raised ya bitch
Birdman got an army birdman got a navy
And cash money cant save ya.
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money
right
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to
florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to
florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money
right
The pots hot as the rock
Expands it the paper chasin' man on the clock
Like hands grindin' like teeth
Get money like heath cliff hukstable
Keep it comin' like keith gotta meke 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
Nevelle
But I just play to win holler back like heavy metal.
Smellin' like pedals from a rose so they hoes.
My breads buildin' bagels and legos when I rose
They froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes.
Think face blow and understand talkin money by the case
loads
Gun off safety I'm in safe mode I will hold court until the case
closed.
Brown bag bitch
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustler no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustler no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money
right
Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back
Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back
Sike I love the life standin' under the street light
Tryin' to get off that white at a reasonable price
Nah I ain't tryin' to bargain wit ya niggas hatin
Well I guess they gonna be starvin' wit you I got two jobs
I sell and cop shit like father like son well I was adopoted.
I told the birdman stunna gimme 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 takin' that hood shit
And copped about 24 grams man I guess it is what it is it
Was what it was before the rap game I was sellin' drugs either
way
I'm six figures before my first record
Ill stunt y'all don't respect my my work habits I'm a hustla
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money
right
Yeah thank you up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater
From a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies
That how i'm hood rich and murder was the case got me
Emptyin' a lot clips stunna hollerin' birdman nigga right back
in this bitch
3rd world throw the you up i'm rollin' in the whip
With this money on my mind gotta hustla and to lift
Them high rise dealin me and youngin' on some shit
Breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch
Ain't shit told as a youngin' how roll with the chopper
If money on your block for the money i'm a pop ya nigga
Wanna hate but they money wouldn't stop us from ridin' fly
whips
Now they hoe out jockin' we stunnin' while ya hating
Nigga stunna is what made ya I hear ya poppin shit
But the birdman raised ya bitch
Birdman got an army birdman got a navy
And cash money cant save ya.
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to
Florida
And I swore that I wont ever hutla no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money
right
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Written by: CARTER, DWAYNE / WILLIAMS, BRYAN / SHUTE, J. / JONES, TRISTAN
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BUG MUSIC
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