[Intro: Birdman]
You know my young nigga, he a hustler
Type of hustler that make another nigga rich
Ain't nothing wrong about that
Young nigga I love him, he a G, fuck with him
That's a G only
But I always been the type of nigga take a hustler and make all the hustlers rich
They all be rich
Put my life on that
Really fuck with both of them
I tell a nigga if he bout money, go get it
Fuck what they talkin bout
You heard me?
Get the money, make a nigga respect it
[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
You been leesing for a long time, might never own shit
You been selling dope your whole life, and you ain't ever sold a brick
Young nigga doing fed time for some shit he told a bitch
Nigga say he beefing, but if nobody die, it ain't over with
Ain't no running off from the plug, [?] slumped in the mud
Keep a gun tucked for the scrubs
It go bang bang, hit 'em up
Nigga, fuck love pretty much
They'll fuck him up in the club
Nigga cuttin off with the [?]
Nigga bloodshedding with the blood
Gotta hustle up, nigga run
Gotta double up with the funds
Play tough, nigga you're done
Stay up, nigga here it comes
He got work, what you want?
Do your worst, don't be dumb
It the first of the month
[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
You know the world [?]
Running, running
You know my niggas don't play bout that money
One hundred
They dream about plug money
They dream, they dream, they dream
[?] over blood money everyday
[Verse 2: Money Man]
Killers all around, they ready for it
Ran off with a pack, petty for it
We brothers, so we gotta eat together
I'm sorry baby, we can't be together
I'm sorry, but he crossed the line
Imma burn a nigga everytime
Sippin on Activis, I'm on that trappin shit
I'm on that vacume seeling and pack that shit
She want a boss, she don't lower her standards
[?] I aingt giving no answers
Diamonds dancing on me like a stripper
Diamonds dancing like they working the flames
I was selling [?]
Never once was I ever afraid
[?]
I'm tryna go get cheeper prices, nigga
I'm in the [?] talking to the source
I'm in the [?] seas
She tryna satisfy a nigga needs
She not getting things, but she down on her knees
Everything I got, I got for trees
Before I touched the money, I sold the piece
Before I did a show, I sold a piece
[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
You know the world [?]
Running, running
You know my niggas don't play bout that money
One hundred
They dream about plug money
They dream, they dream, they dream
[?] over blood money everyday
[Outro: Birdman]
Young boy
Always been the type to post up
Strap up
Front line up
Head first
Teach a young nigga how to go get it
Come back with it
Keep tossing and flipping
Clear a little bit, we gon ball hard
We ain't got time for bullshit
Small talk when we out in these trentches
Grinding for it
Got the life on it
Time on it
Money on it
Got no different [?]
Nigga ain't nothing sweet
BRR
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