I'm just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no
Better not fuck with my hustle
I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind
Fuck these niggas and these bitches, keep money on my mind
I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no
Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you
Nigga better gimme every dime
'Cuz nigga I got that money on my mind
(Verse One)
What's the day that you was born (God bless)
I love my family, I love my music more than I love wakin' up in the morn'
When niggas stopping my cheese
Lukewarm niggas, I'm hotter than sand beach when it's 90 degrees
Ain't no stopping my gang
I average a tripe-double, my Jimmy trouble, niggas can only hope to contain
I can come around and spray and then throw it in your brain
How many niggas that got a better style
You thought I was good before, you say I'm better now
Waving the P-89 and the grey Beretta round
Better duck when I pull it, I leave ya eardrum dipping
I be flipping, getting money and steady tip-tipping
I'm the closest nigga to B-I
Plus I possess of the swag with six series C-I
Drunk in the club, Jimmy better come and get him, he high
Please, don't let that muthafucka drive
[Hook]
I'm just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no
Better not fuck with my hustle
I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind
Fuck these niggas and these bitches, keep money on my mind
I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no
Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you
Nigga better gimme every dime
'Cuz nigga I got that money on my mind
[Hook] I'm just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no Better not fuck with my hustle I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind Fuck these niggas and these bitches, keep money on my mind I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you Nigga better gimme every dime 'Cuz nigga I got that money on my mind (Verse One) What's the day that you was born (God bless) I love my family, I love my music more than I love wakin' up in the morn' When niggas stopping my cheese Lukewarm niggas, I'm hotter than sand beach when it's 90 degrees Ain't no stopping my gang I average a tripe-double, my Jimmy trouble, niggas can only hope to contain I can come around and spray and then throw it in your brain How many niggas that got a better style You thought I was good before, you say I'm better now Waving the P-89 and the grey Beretta round Better duck when I pull it, I leave ya eardrum dipping I be flipping, getting money and steady tip-tipping I'm the closest nigga to B-I Plus I possess of the swag with six series C-I Drunk in the club, Jimmy better come and get him, he high Please, don't let that muthafucka drive [Hook] I'm just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no Better not fuck with my hustle I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind Fuck these niggas and these bitches, keep money on my mind I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you Nigga better gimme every dime 'Cuz nigga I got that money on my mind Explain Request ×
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