[Intro]
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It don't get no betta than this (uh-uh)
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Uh, uh, uh, uh
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B-K muthafucka
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[Verse 1]
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It's a shame but, alot been change since we came up
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I used ta run wit them, now I got my guns for them
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Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em
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Sauce Money show niggaz no love when I come for them
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They thought they left a real nigga on his ass black
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And that my numbers wouldn't rise like Nasdaq
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And gotta re-half that, just pass that
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We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack
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You can ball ova here, I play pass that
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Exotic cats love ta talk peace when you blast back
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No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them
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Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck wit 'em
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I'ma shit everytime that I hear ???
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And make ya real ugly like bitter beer face
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Sendin' fake thugs back ta the essence
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Since my Rolex was a gift, there's no betta time than the present
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[Chorus]
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This one is for my hustlaz
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(Right!)
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Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
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(Not tonite!)
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If you a dough gettin' swinga
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Niggaz act funny wit cha money
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Whatcha do?
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(Give 'em the finga!)
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This one is for my hustlaz
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(Right!)
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Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
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(Not tonite!)
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If you a dough gettin' swinga
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Niggaz act funny wit cha money
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Whatcha do?
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(Give 'em the finga!)
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[Verse 2]
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I dedicate this ta cats want they cheddar ta rise
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Fifty grand too much, O.K. Seventy-Five
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Sauce Money kinda cat you could never despise
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Hit the streets lookin' like you a betta disquise
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Get a grip, I'm the preacher, you dance wit the devil
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Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level
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Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' ta see it
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You can give me brain or get out, take it or leave it
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Relax wit side who, max wit my crew
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Operation gettin' money, that's what I do
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Insecure artists pay me not ta spit
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Show me fake love and then try ta fly if they hit
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They could feel it in they bones, cuz when I drop my shit
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All hell'll break loose, that's how hot I get
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I rock big in the summer, witout missin' the block
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When I wanna get M, then I listen ta Pac
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Scarface when I'm laid back, whippin' the 3
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If I wanna hear that shit, then I listen ta me
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Stick in the key, turn the knob and open the door
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Prevokin' a war, cats saw us smokin' the 4, fo' sure
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[Chorus]
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This one is for my hustlaz
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(Right!)
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Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
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(Not tonite!)
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If you a dough gettin' swinga
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Niggaz act funny wit cha money
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Whatcha do?
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(Give 'em the finga!)
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(Give 'em the finga!)
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[Verse 3]
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Look, I like ta come through and run up in 'em all night
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Bring my man too, Mami if it's alright
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I'ma a big one, but I like ta ball out
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Sip Henny, smoke dro 'til you fall out
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Hit 'em wit that Marcy maneuver, makin' 'em droppin'
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I ain't met one yet make me take her shoppin'
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But I might cuz I gotta lotta cash ma
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Platinum Navigator glock when the stash ha
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Rolex, Cuban Link, now the riddle comin'
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Do I know about 69, a little sumthin'
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I like ya point-blank style, you in it ta win it
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But before I go downtown, gimme a minute
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You got ta shower up, make sure no dirt in it
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I got the Pro-Fo, neva eva squirtin' it
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That's a thong, (damn), baby you just hurtin' shit
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Bring that thing here baby, show me what you workin' wit
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[Chorus]
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This one is for my hustlaz
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(Right)
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Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
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(Not tonite)
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If you a dough gettin' swinga
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Niggaz act funny wit cha money
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Whatcha do?
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(Give 'em the finga!)
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This one is for my hustlaz
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(Right!)
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Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
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(Not tonite!)
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If you a dough gettin' swinga
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Niggaz act funny wit cha money
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Whatcha do?
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(Give 'em the finga!)
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[Outro]
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This one is for my hustlaz
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Saucemuthafuckin' for the year 2-O-O-O
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(Hustlaz)
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Niggaz betta recognize
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(Hustlaz)
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I'm just gettin' started muthafuckaz
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(Hustlaz)
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Get yo shit off now
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(Hustlaz)
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It don't stop
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(Hustlaz)
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B-K nigga
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Marcy
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Worldwide
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You know the drill
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Cut a check or suck a dick
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For My Hustlaz
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Sauce Money |