Hustle Gang Business

Lyrics

[Intro: Ra Ra] Yeah Woo Yeah Huh You know it Yeah [?] Yeah Huh Yeah Yeah [Verse 1: Ra Ra] Every nigga I hang with got [?] Every bitch I fuck with got ass [?] this game bare face, no mask I'm in every hood, I don't need no pass Sippin on lean, High Tech, know that Pop a lil perc, go to work, yes sir Money over hoes all day, I prefer [?] young G [?] Buss it out the rapper [?] [?] Fish tail Benz off the lot Huh All a nigga needed was a shot Magic City money on the day shift Valet park my spaceship [?] face lift Blue face [?] my new friend Ride by myself, I don't do friends All the dope boy do is win All the young dope boys love me D�j� Vu, [?] thug [?] Came out the [?] got [?] Neighborhood legend, we was stars in the trap Dope hole bunking, [?] Walked off [?] then ran up a sack [Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz] And I'ma die 'bout mine Had to kick push, I done found my grind They screaming at all of my shows and shit Niggas scared [?] they hoes and shit [?] to the face No room at the top, bitch, you all in my space But fuck that, and even [?] see him [?] Know we gotta shoot first, no bust back So much paper in my pockets, [?] bust that I'm like Vick with the sack, don't rush that And if you [?] trust me, I wouldn't trust that Niggas be suspect Woo Bitch, I think that I'm on West coast weed, and I think that I'm gone Had to kick back, bitch, I feel like I'm home And ain't no bitch harder, don't feel like I'm grown I might just go [?] the brick man 'Cause if a nigga look sweet, he a lick and Na, never been friendly, no handouts Hell na, not really, MJ with the shots, so the coach can't bench me Tryna get a Ben, and I ain't talking 'bout a Bentley See that I'm shining, you ain't gotta feel me Might still get a Bentley, just to drop the ceiling [Verse 3: T.I.] It ain't no pretending We got enormous ego And all [?] important people Ignoring the Pressure, me, I see no evil [?] succeed Weather selling that weed, [?] trapping 96 or 2016 Do what I say [?] say what I mean [?] convertable's four door Look like we posing for photos Hundred K, kick it in [?] Worried 'bout no ho Catch me in New York [?] Smoking weed, dodging the po-po Pop me a perc, said I wouldn't do this no more With four hoes who wanna go, and I'm screaming yolo Yeah, ain't no solo dolo, silly dolo [?] [?] pull up at the curb Fuck what you done heard, know that shit [?] [?] what I deserve, yeah Good advice, I pay that no concern [?] live and you learn, yeah Tryna organize, chaotic mind While I monitise [?] [?] some more Niggas I don't feel no more [?] You dig? [Verse 4: B.o.B] You know who it is, it's the Bobby Ray band She know I'm in town for Bobby Ray land [?] main stand She broke tryna dance, I guess she breaking bands And freeze, hit her with the K [?] Get a bitch a face lift One of those [?] by the cases Blowing green faces, make the bitches [?] Treat it like a day shift [?] clock out And I stay on [?] [?] strike out They only love you when you're down And my window down And my indo loud And my [?] And my neighbors wild Hustle Gang, boy, you should've stayed [?] Bobby!