or
Lil Wayne

Yeah, hustler

I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money right

The pots hot as the rock expands
It's the paper chasin' man
On the clock like hands
Grindin' like teeth
Get money like Heath
Cliff Hukstable
Keep it comin' like keith
Gotta make it last forever
For worse or for better
Gotta make it past the devil
So guns I got several
And everybody plays the fool says Aaron Nevelle
But I just play to win holler back like heavy metal.
Smellin' like pedals
From a rose so they hoes.
My breads buildin'
Bagels and legos
When I rose
They froze
Trust me for the pesos im an a hole
A-K holes.
Think face blows
And understand talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety
I'm in safe mode
I will hold court
Until the case closed.
Brown bag bitch

I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money right

Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back
Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back
Sike I love the life standin' under the street lights
Tryin' to get off that white at a reasonable price
Nah I ain't tryin' to bargain wit' ya them niggas hatin'
Well I guess they gonna be starvin' wit' you I got two jobs
I sell and cop shit like father like son well I was adopted.
I told the birdman stunna gimme a chance
And I don't even wanna tell you what I did with my advance
Cause I'm only a man I had to feed my fam takin' that hood shit
And copped about twenty four grams man I guess it is what it is it
Was what it was before the rap game I was sellin' drugs either way
I'm six figures before my first record
I'll stunt y'all don't respect my my work habits, hustla

I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money right

Yeah thank you up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quarter
From a half to a brick from an "O" to the ozies
That how I'm hood rich and murder was the case got me
Emptyin' a lot clips stunna hollerin'
Birdman nigga right back in this bitch
Third world throw the you up I'm rollin' in the whip
With this money on my mind gotta hustler and a lick
Them high rise dealin' me and youngin' on some shit
Breaking bread choppi'n millions cause a bitch ain't shit
Told as a youngin' how roll with the chopper
If money on your block for the money I'm a pop ya
Nigga wanna hate but they money wouldn't stop us
From ridin' fly whips now they hoe out jock us
We stunnin' while ya hating
Nigga stunna is what made ya I hear ya poppin shit
But the birdman raised ya bitch
Birdman got an army birdman got a navy
And cash money cant save ya.

I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida
And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more
But I don't never say that no more got my mind right money right

Written by Jones, Tristan / Williams, Bryan / Shute, J. / Carter, Dwayne
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BUG MUSIC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing

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