Feat. ggy Azalea, Young Dro & Travi$ Scott
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[Hook]
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All we really know is keep pimpin', all we do is get fly
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VVS shine the sun outside
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Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't getting to the money tell that nigga he a muthafuckin' liar
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Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
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Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
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Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
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Fuck you talkin' bout? Fuck you talkin' bout?
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Nigga hell you sayin'?
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Make it rain there, it's a drought for you
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Yall ain't cruise at my altitude
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I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
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Yea you talkin shit but now that's true
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Million dollar miss, get my money pilin
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All love to the hate it's like 1000$
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And I go on it like a broken faucet
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On a lean loud gonna have some projects
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In the though, makin bank deposits
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Crazy money, insane deposit
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Balls chased, got a text file
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And I blow the rest, my money set shoppin'
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Amsterdam, Germany and higher
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Changin' yo coat into the dollars
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And tell yo bitch that this boss shit
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Where the pimps at? No tramps at
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I'm talkin' money, ya ain't got it ain't nothin
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I'm on the grind shinin' like the elevator boy
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I'm on the top nigga list, call me EL hunned
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You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
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Broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
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Yo nigga say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy?
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I'm in this muthafucker, sucka can't unplug it
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Fuckin muthafuckin' loud, try takin' something from me
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Bitch I'm plugged to the Mac, panned up for a pack
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Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
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Break it down and I don't sell quarters of those
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If I ain't got it on me get some mo at the sto'
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I know 1000 muthafuckin' niggas in the city
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Say true bout you, Shawty anybody get it
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Supposed you get throwed by trap by 80
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Just know Hustle Gang get a hell lot nigga
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[Hook]
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We got them niggas over that deal
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Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm way out here
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New shoes, you ain't got that Perrier
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You ball late, cut me on cus I have that
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Push it in the driveway, tryna fix it out back
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I had this big marathon and she ran that
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Loud that, alphabet where I carried that
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Killed her with the pole then let her hang out back
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Fuck them, see I'm hoppin out of foreign cars
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I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
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I catch you slippin with triggers and really hit a nigga
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By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga
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Track Biggie, on track verbally killin niggas
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Sick flow, might need penicillin nigga
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I do the impossible like I ought to do
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And yall pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
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Out!
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I left my passport overseas
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You ain't get dark after 3
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Never leave the house unless I'm off of three
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Always leave the show with something soft to squeeze
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Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
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Then she reached down my pants grabbed my shaggy dick
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Leave that muthefucka home covered in my kids
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She bossin
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Get this grip straight flossin
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Smoke the piece with little coffee
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Fresh as hell, no coffin
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I let her talk the shit
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Leave the crib, can't walk the shit
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Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
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Mind so big getting lost and shit
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Bossin, hit the club they hear caution
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Drunk as hell feelin noxious
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High as hell, eatin commas
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I'm Ronjy, yo niggas rock Givenchy
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I ain't gotta say I ain't gotta a way
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I ain't gotta pay cus you know it don't cost me
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[Hook]
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Hell You Sayin
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| T.I. |
