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lirik lagu hustle gang - money on my mind

[hook: yung booke]
money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b-tch don’t f-ck with my grind, n-gga you dying in that stack
no joke witchya, self made
i’m a dope dealer in the drug game
don’t encroach n-gga, we play for keeps
we lay in sheets, these b-tches don’t want no broke n-gga
money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b-tch don’t f-ck with my grind, n-gga you dying in that stack
no joke witchya, self made
i’m a dope dealer in the drug game
don’t poach n-gga, we play for keeps
we lay in sheets, these b-tches don’t want no broke n-gga

[verse 1: spodee]
intensity beats ex-tensity every time
that’s why i go hard on every rhyme (go hard n-gga)
that’s why i thank god for every line
i know i’m more advanced than you, demolished it when i’m barely tryin’
hard sh-t, b-tches all on my d-ck, they hanging on my calvin klein
i’m an outcast and i got 3,000, big boys with me
n-gga sit down or get war with me, i’m dropping bombs all over baghdad
and a b-tch bound to get more from me, if she [?] or get wh0r-s for me
i used to smoke weed with a gas mask, but never got high until 10,000 feet in the sky in an aircraft
counting money that come out of a trash bag
i’m a dope boy, i sold cocaine you never had that
i’m a whole brick and you a gram bag, i’m a scientist and you a lab rat
now show me where the kraft at (money n-gga), i need real cheese
i’m a fresh prince you gotta feel me, i keep a smith & wesson and i will squeeze
but i got reggie miller shooters, i ain’t gotta take the shot [?]
i’m sharp as shannon when i move the white, even sell the reggie to make ends meet

[hook: yung booke]

[verse 2: troy ave]
troy ave n-gga, in my blow bag n-gga
35 for the kilos, get mine at the oh yeah n-gga
up my chips every flipper, fish scale, mr. flipper
wait a minute for dinner, i’m in the kitchen with whipper
stuttering going dummy, no other thoughts but the money
get it sweeter than honey, you know how t-roy be done-y
mobbing deep cause you nervous, it just be me during murders
kept it low from surver-lance, i mean surveillance we circus
cash business you know, family, religion, and dough
been got my momma in snow, they made me the man that you know
i talk that sh-t when i flow, and it be facts
only n-gga from my block bought a big body benz off crack
don’t play me for no sucka n-gga, you can’t afford that reverend
i came up from the dirt, made 6 figures now on 7
mill-ions, still keep me a milly on
i go stupider and get silly on one
real n-gga, for real yelling “free run b” on a pill we on

[hook: yung booke]

[verse 3]
them margiela kicks turn dirt as thick, say they ain’t the sh-t, b-tch please
came from the bottom, you won’t make it out and n-gga barely see 16
cut their tongues out their mouth, f-ck n-ggas just thinking ain’t sh-t sweet
not paying your dues, mention my city and i dare you [?] get me
on dough imma flip out, watch ’em go scrammin like the 12 comin
the 40 go pow when the whip out, but these n-ggas really ain’t know nothin (they frontin’)
we know fishing rod and we’re catching out the money sea?
i got good aim, i’ll blow the back out of every n-gga tryna front on me

[verse 4: t.i.]
let me tell you how i do a f-ck n-gga, catch em we’ll empty outta clip like it ain’t no thang
and i’m riding around with the motherf-cker in my coat right now, think it ain’t gon’ bang
getting high with a brand new b-tch in a brand new car getting the same old brain
i’m a zone 1 a-town bankhead n-gga, been serious, n-gga, it ain’t no game
imma trap ’till it’s finished, remember me
i was standing on the corner when i was supposed to be in school, crack what we dealing
handle my business get the money until it’s stacked to the ceiling
p-ssy n-gga i would rather be the villain
in the bentley with a couple hundred mill, all the racks we be spending get a f-ck n-gga buried
in a motherf-cking he-rs-, but n-gga i ain’t worried

[hook: yung booke]

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