| I don’t respect nothing, except your hustle and ambition
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| I came up with hustlers, who hustled chickens out the kitchen
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| I came up with hustlers, who hustled chickens out the kitchen
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| I stay deeper than I ever did
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| Draped in suit and tie like I’m the US president
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| Bad bitches stay by my side, like Don Wan in the 70's
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| Bankroll so big, I need a show like Ledderman
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| Nigga, I payed my doos, you stupid fool, I’m not too cool for school
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| I gradguated all thanks to you
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| What do I say to my lady friends, they callin all their homies, cool
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| I don’t respect nothing, except your hustle and ambition
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| I came up with hustlers, who hustled chickens out the kitchen
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| I came up with hustlers, who hustled chickens out the kitchen
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| Get my mind right, money come before pleasure
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| Think I’m your type, I’m not Cupid, just want to lay the pipe
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| She wanna fuck, don’t want her to spend the night
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| You should wanna get up, and get your paper right
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| Never mind layin up, that ain’t something I favor
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| It’s the only thing runnin through my mind, so I gotta take care of mine
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| I wake up seein dollar signs, so I won’t even stay off my grind
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| I don’t respect nothing, except your hustle and ambition
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| I came up with hustlers, who hustled chickens out the kitchen
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| I came up with hustlers, who hustled chickens out the kitchen
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| I came up with hustlers, who hustled them chickens
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| Your girl on detention, my chopper sesspention
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| I’m fuckin with Trouble, who fuckin with Gucci
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| Got shooters in town, and the Uzi I’m shootin
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| And my life is a movie, soldiers salute
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| No need for my goonies, just two pistols to shoot
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| I like girls that are bitches, your bitch got potential
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| My end of my mission, she on it, she lucky
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| It’s Gucci!
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| I don’t respect nothing, except your hustle and ambition
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| I came up with hustlers, who hustled chickens out the kitchen
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| I came up with hustlers, who hustled chickens out the kitchen |