[Intro]
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This shit classic, this H
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This for all the hustlers
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It¡¯s for the real ones
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Money over the best pussy
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Family over money, we hustling
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[Verse 1]
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Money that¡¯s my life, money that¡¯s my light
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My money make me mad, my money make me right
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My money make me laugh, my money make me cry
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My money is my love, for money you will die
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Illiterate thugs down for cigarette buzz
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Minding my life in prison so I¡¯m living it up
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Red champagnia, to celebrate
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Triple ccmb, we selling weight
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Organized crime, organized mind
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One bird call you shot 45 times
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45 fully, fully automatic
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Bitch is fully loaded, if you want it, you can have it
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I¡¯ma grind till my cheese straight
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Thinking back to the days when my mama used to say
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[Hook]
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I¡¯ve got to hold on,
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Don¡¯t, don¡¯t hustle again
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Hold on me, I¡¯ve got to hold on
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Don¡¯t, don¡¯t hustle again
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Cause I can¡¯t breathe
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I¡¯ve got to hold on, hold on, hold on
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Me, I¡¯ve got to hold on
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Don¡¯t, don¡¯t hustle again
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Don¡¯t, don¡¯t hustle again
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[Verse 2]
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800 milligram fresh from the pharmacy
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Like lucas, get it to the army
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I keep sit on me, cmb cash money is an army
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So we flip em out the Jag, 200 on the dash
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Bitch we mash, duffle bag full of cash
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Louie v bag, 2 mill just to splash
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See my homie beat one, nigga beat another one
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Then the beat another one, then he beat another one
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Then the beat another one, then he beat another one
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Like money ain¡¯ shit, pop a few bottles nigga fuck another bitch
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Celebrate for the licks, celebrate on chips
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[Hook]
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Dont Hustle Again
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Rick Ross |