[Intro]
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Yeah, welcome world, it's the H
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Hustling, trapstars, rapstars
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Big money poppin, boy
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Grinding, sun up, sun down
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Put your life down for a nigga
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Head first for this chubby
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Flippin chickens
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Hard body all the time
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Fully loaded strap all the time
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Money on the mind all the time
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I tell me niggas, it's double MG, YMCMB
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And money is the motivation
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Everyday we wake up
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Before the motherfucking eyes closed
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Eat while we sleep
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Eat while we don't even eat
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You understand me, my nigga?
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Rozay, stunna man
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Richer than the riches
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Bosser than the bosses
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Modern tine, and we them niggas, yeah
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We see past the future
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Swag on the hunned, bitch game terrific
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Size mat guarantee you to loose nigga
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Its' bigger than life boy
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Mastermind to masterpiece
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Hard life living, mansion top floor nigga
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Paradise on earth boy
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Million dollars and hunneds
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A billion in the mind
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Put your life on it
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Take care of your team homie
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Fulfill your dreams, homie
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Nothing come between that
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And keep your strap on you, H
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It's the realest shit in the streets, nigga
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It's that real H Town nigga shit, takin' an eighth
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Believe that, you feel me?
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It's the realest shit in the streets, nigga
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This that real H town nigga shit, takin' an eighth
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Believe that, you feel me?
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Niggas made 500 hundred dollars of a gram, nigga
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Birdman, Ricky Ross - shit coming back straight
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[Verse 1]
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Times get hard, still gotta play your cards
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Judge wanna judge me like he playing God
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You know how them thugs be like you playing hard
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Nigga 19 with 25 so he start
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Cars in the yard
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While you drive a yacht
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It ain't been a month and your hoes falling off
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No collect calls, not to mention all your dogs
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They pray you take a pleade
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When you tryina stand tall
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So much stress on your mama, daddy been gone
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Put your hands on your daughter, look what daddy did wrong
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In other games, when you live, you learn
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In this game of life nigga, when you fail, you burn
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I done took a loss, but I had to bounce back
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The h is for the hustle, now can you pronounce that
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Nigga, can you pronounce that
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The h is for the hustle, now can you pronounce that
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[Hook]
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Flashy cars, movie stars, bounce back nigga, hustling hard
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I stay fresh with the Gucci on
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Ross fresh with the louie on
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Duffle bag full, high in the hood
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We all good, fully loaded like we know we would
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Get money like I know I could
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Old school new school with the cherry wood
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[Verse 2]
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See I'm killing ass whip, stay strapped all time
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Keep a bad bitch with me riding all the time
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Fly all the time, get it all the time
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Right between my eyes, tat cross soldier signed
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Like money in the world, no money like money in the world
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Get money like money in the world
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We the bindess with that 'pearl, bitch
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Straight back with that H town
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My little nigga know the town, so we shut it down
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On the grind, uptown with my crown
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Anywhere I go nigga, I'ma lay it down
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Sipping red champagnia,
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Every hoe I know know money be swanging
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Keep the 2L, then bang out
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Get the money nigga, fly in and fly out
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[Hook]
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[Verse 1]
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We the best in the bizz, pas that it is
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He gave his best to his bitch, I invest in a bitch
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Hand on the bible, won't tell a lie
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I be lying if I said that I won't sell the pot
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Success ain't promised, tryina stay alive
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Ross and Birdman, till the day we die
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Lives on the line, no lives on the mike
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Used to be white, north bound on the pike
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Niggas red in my blood, just what I pump blood
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12 o clock for the day, what I bump for
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To the cuts getting money what we live for
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Light it up nigga, this ym beat plug
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I feel good about now, 150 on the chain right now
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An extra clip ready to bang right now
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Quarter mill on the Bentley right now, nigga
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[Hook]
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Flashy Cars Movie Stars
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Rick Ross |