no hating on this side, where the money at?) I don't care what the others think, just be straight with me (That's what hustling is about, you heard me
hating on this side, where the money at?) I don't care what the others think, just be straight with me (That's what hustling is about, you heard me? Master
don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady) (I ain't too good for your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question,
with the bitches in havana and come back with the yay Front all my niggas nothin' left but qb's, Sit back like a fat cat and count nothin' but g's The
by With no help, no money, no nothing from the baby's father Made me think about this guy I know with a wife and a child Who's working two jobs just
to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's
survive like Destiny's Child And I smile, 'cause they been trying to test me a while But I cry, 'cause not all my partnas alive But I smile, 'cause I know all my partnas with
I can shake with your help nigga we buck ass wild We get crunk I got the truth I bought that Destinys Child I slide to the ride bitch where a nigga
Destiny's Child motherfucker, B. Gizzle is a survivor Got my little brother ridin' with me Got Ke'noe on the track, motherfucker do you feel me? You gots to feel me, you gon feel me
Mm-hmm, hold me down, hold me down, hold me down Ah yeah yeah hold me down, yeah, hold me down Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down, hold me down
just out in LA with Drake, b*tch And no disrespect to G and Hip-Hop But n*gga I?m a G and I?m doing this for hip-hop And that?s ?Ye?s brother, and ?Ye
la-la-la (HOO) It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby C'mon! [Chorus] Excuse me miss, I'm the shit You should come, hang with me, basically Hold up,
lost it's meaning. But no one's perfect, so where's my chance to make adjustments? It's worth it...if our romance had substance. Because with purity
hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again
We'll occupy with the things of God while our mouths run That's unique to the saints- you know how roots run deep in the faith Let me explain what I mean
