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Hustle Gang - Chasin Me (performed by Iggy Azalea, T.I., Young Dro, Kris Stephens)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Verse 1:]
Too much money for a spit, these bitches can't see me
I told em they just chasin, they could catch me on the TV
Got that triple 8, stays before the kids that keep a PG
All my dancers, swear to God I roll you for the Fiji
These bitches always tryna hold a bitch back
Pussy on a pedestal, now tell them hoes kiss that
Nowadays I'm feelin like fuck a hater feelings
'Cause they got me fucked up like sex on the ceiling
I'm a take now these hoes is tip tippin on my dick
I'm in Texas like I'm Trae Tha Truth, sippin on that grit
Hold a temporary visa but thick as a southern man
And if ya'll mad at that I'm just tellin I'll fuck em wild

[Hook:]
I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin me
I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how
Guess that's why you're chasin, chasin me that long

[Verse 2:]
Cheese in my briefcase, bread in my backpack
Laugh at niggas chasin money askin where the cash at
They chasin me, hope the riches kept on a fast track
And big dog paper, pussy niggas got cash stacks
Ridin in that turbo Porsche, Panamera hatchback
Something worth 100K, nigga can you match that?
Checks OB and hit the bank and say how can we cash that?
Quarter mill I'm finna shoot, nigga he on snap backs
He lookin for the fame and I'm lookin where he had that
100 million dollar ring, hoppin in and out of Range Rovers
I ain't know, you both get away from me, you bad luck
Hyper speed, like I gotta let the money catch up

[Hook:]
I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin me
I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how
Guess that's why you're chasin, chasin me that long

[Verse 3:]
Your Maybach white, the whole roof is transcended
My bitch talkin but you can't understand Cuban
I'm high as a fly, Audemar, fan coolin
I'm putting 30 big grills up on the 10 million
Now that's a 10 you could play
Watchin cartoons in the Jag, Jimmy Neutron
I really go bananas, this will catch yo mouth and shit
Relocate your chess, you'll never bout to suck yo bitch
Uh, I'm on my Rocky Balboa shit
Overseas with my whores, ball ball and shit
Full of chrome, I got a Jones like no one click click pow
Don't get aroused, I ain't chasin

[Hook:]
I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin me
I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how
Guess that's why you're chasin, chasin me that long

Hustle Gang - Man Down (performed by Yung Booke, T.I., Young Dro)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Hook:]
They got me on that fuck shit, banging on that fuck shit
Pulled over for like no reason 'cause the police will get fuck shit
The weed man on that fuck shit, brother got locked up on that fuck shit
The whole world on that fuck shit, I'm like fuck this
I'm a get on that fuck shit, I'm a get on that fuck shit
I'm a get on that fuck shit
Fuck around and there's gonna be a man down, man down
Man down, man down

[Verse 1:]
Man down, I was raised up on the sound
Case one, no one talkin, no trace on it
Fuck shit, my young niggas with it
Pack it, I'm layin it down
Free soul, imagine what they would do for a couple thou
And for some extra, add pressure
Did you even work so hard and play?
Destruction and all type of murder
Back spazzin, I'm on my Chicago Bullshit
Not here no start some mess, now I gotta hear this shit again
Feds got an involvement but I can't wait to get it
Been to spendin, I'm by it nigga
When many rich, don't fly the swisher
Broke niggas envy, sippin lean because I am the SA ChaChi,
Something that they can't be
The weed man get all my money, he reject me
I know some niggas, young mean, never talk deep
You gon need a fuck shit
Try my brother now he R.I.P.
For screaming free the homies, fuck the police

[Hook:]
They got me on that fuck shit, banging on that fuck shit
Pulled over for like no reason 'cause the police will get fuck shit
The weed man on that fuck shit, brother got locked up on that fuck shit
The whole world on that fuck shit, I'm like fuck this
I'm a get on that fuck shit, I'm a get on that fuck shit
I'm a get on that fuck shit
Fuck around and there's gonna be a man down, man down
Man down, man down

[Verse 2:]
All I know, stack my dough
Worry bout the curl while I slam my blow
G code nigga, play the game how it go
I'm a pimp, never see me actin lame bout a ho
Young niggas in the game, wouldn't train them to go
The poor kick door, leave brains on the floor
No bullshit, nigga fuck the fame, get the dough
Bunch of lean on the plane, cocaine on the boat
Nigga say you wanna smoke when I'm bringin my O
Hear it now, don't you know I said bells the door?
I don't break shit now, let's straighten it now
I'm a rape this trap and I'm a take this town
I got a bunch of niggas on that fuck shit
Some niggas talk in sleep, they get busted
Hold up, I got something fo yo fuck ass
Put the 3-57 on yo mustache
And nigga fuck you's aye
And nigga fuck you dawg
Better take that fuck shit elsewhere
Fuck boy hear you talkin bout
The clique over here then we alright
With some fresh of that loud right
Pissin all over ya'll pride
Hustle Gang, we got mob ties

[Hook:]
They got me on that fuck shit, banging on that fuck shit
Pulled over for like no reason 'cause the police will get fuck shit
The weed man on that fuck shit, brother got locked up on that fuck shit
The whole world on that fuck shit, I'm like fuck this
I'm a get on that fuck shit, I'm a get on that fuck shit
I'm a get on that fuck shit
Fuck around and there's gonna be a man down, man down
Man down, man down

[Verse 3:]
Fuck shit, you'll get hit in yo bone marrow
Ain't no gun shit, you get split with bow and arrows
I done told you twice I'm goin poltergeist
You thicker than yo ice, need some more tonight
I'm a fool, red bottle cool, chillin with a bitch
Matter fact man I'm bringin out the Porsche tonight
I got stripes on my back, I'm a goddamn killer
I'm the thrilla in Manilla, dancing lizard
Hoping out that motherfucker, sippin on Caesar
Fuck what you hizzer, my rich cost bigger
Torpedo, gonna blow over yo car
And you know not to come run up on us
Shot in the face, two to the waist
Three to the knees and one for yo boy in the car
Baby like try it, you takin too long
Workin on white so you take on me
I'm workin I'm workin and now I'm gonna fuck shit
I'm up in the studio spittin these bars
Tell the fuck niggas to leave me alone
I'm a put out my pistol and pick up a missile and drop napalm
Take off they arm
Then make yo bitch give me head with her tongue

[Hook:]
They got me on that fuck shit, banging on that fuck shit
Pulled over for like no reason 'cause the police will get fuck shit
The weed man on that fuck shit, brother got locked up on that fuck shit
The whole world on that fuck shit, I'm like fuck this
I'm a get on that fuck shit, I'm a get on that fuck shit
I'm a get on that fuck shit
Fuck around and there's gonna be a man down, man down
Man down, man down

Hustle Gang - Let Me Find Out Remix (performed by Doe B, T.I., Juicy J)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Intro]
This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta connection homeboy

[Verse 1: Doe B]
Let me find out these niggas still hating on the low
And their whole life savings I get paid for a show
Their re-up, that's my walk-through
My sneakers, there they house note
Think I need a whole thang of Keisha just to talk to 'em
Small town, big money, baby I make boss moves
They say Doe B lane is like T-Pain without the autotune
Bring out the Apollo boom
I'mma sandman these niggas
Give you 2 thumbs down
Boy, your swag ain't official
Let me find out them fake Guccis
Let me find out them fake Louis
Let me find out your baby mama is a man-eater, she ate my children
Let me find out you fake juug and I come through like : Aye buddy
You 25, just started trapping
Let me find out you straight rookie
Taylor Gang, straight trippy
Hustle Gang what it is, pimping?
Got so many white friends I bring back Tommy Hilfiger
ATL, let me find out
Memphis Ten', let me find out
M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali, Chi-Town

[Hook x2]
Let me find out
Let me find out
Nigga let me find out
Let me find
Out

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Let me find out & I'm ridin' out
Got 4 choppers no 9's out
I'm recent, you're timed out
I'm playin' with it, you fouled out
You got a foul mouth? You'll get 2 shots
Nigga And1 with my handgun
Nigga talk about dough but that's sumthing you ain't never had your hands on
Got folk in Alabama, they still call Arm & Hammer
See I do it for the
Gutter, not just to get the glamour
Hey who that nigga from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs?
Say you looking
For a plug, bitch you looking at the plug
I'mma, real young nigga
You want this ho, better come get her
We don't want your bitch mane
We just wanna have fun with her
Okay well let me find out you channeled it
Ridin' around town just saving hoes
Nigga she ain't all yours, we shared the bitch
But let me find out
She havin' your baby though

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Let me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper
I'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back after
I ain't hand cuffing these hoes like shackles
For the green & the cheese like a Green Bay packer
Trippy Mane : fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady
Kush is my medication, ride presidential like Ronald Reagan
Pussy niggas need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients
Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes bitch I'm ice skating
My last bitch must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy
No key, that space age, my ignition, I done made it
Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho
Smoking on that Christmas tree my belt buckle like mistletoe
Who stands with your wife? She just spent the night
With my dick in her mouth & my balls in her hand
Like the bitch was shooting dice
Juicy J, I got long money
I got 1998 song money
Bitch pour that Patron for me
I rock shows, boy I'm stone money

[Hook]

[Outro]
...
Let me find out you put Molly all in her champagne and she don't even know it
Let me find out you put the Plan B in the bitch breakfast
Actually that ain’t bad, you actually should put Plan B in these hoes breakfast
Let me find out Juicy J got stabbed in a shootout
Let me find out Tip still ridin' 'round with guns
I'mma whoop his motherfuckin' ass
Let me find out your pussy hairs look the Django beard, ho
Let me find out you went to the club and left your kids with your other kids
In the car
Let me find out bitch

Hustle Gang - Animal (performed by Travis Scott, B.o.B, T.I.)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Hook]
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground!
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground!

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
We lost in the world who's feeling safe
It's parked outside been in the case
We walk outside feel like a mason
Another preacher at the altar to tell you to have a taste
White wine, go ahead and sip your race
And walk in the closet and feel amazed
Ain't no retire, fall out of line and we get to pace
And we gonna simply reside and fill up the space
Took the Travis may leave you around and place it
That's a classic, no other way to have it
Remember me and my brother slept on that mattress
And look how many bitches piled up on that mattress
I'm feeling too proud, cause all my niggas aroused
I got them people right now for them to fill it
It was cool for a second, but now might take a minute
Cause now I'm in the building, god damn, I'm about to kill it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Welcome to America, home to the gutter, nigga
Where every nigga wanna be another nigga
Either your brother or your cousin is the drug dealer
If you make it out the hood, haters wanna grudge with you
As I wander these streets up under me
It's a concrete jungly come to me
Who runs the world? Ego, money, greed
Well, I have my weed and my money green
Who ever said that we wasn’t money trees?
Anyway fuck it, I’mma get high anyway
Gone before my niggas say
Lock up in them prison gates
Life’s a bitch then you die
If you can do you any day

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
3-57 apparo the shit I wearo be Balenciaga
Prada, Margiela or something hotter
Double barrel your medulla oblongata send you to Allah
A million dollars on my wardrobe, Damier on my collars
Nothing short of an assassin, garments I stick my ass in
Kill niggas dead on the scene, no casket
Basking in my glory on the 37th story of a highrise
Ten hoes, nice thighs, mai tai's
Serving umbrellas, but I knew the perfect fellow
So impressive, she would this berretta if I let her
Have a blast of a lifetime, ass of a lifetime
Swear this dick I give her it'll last her a lifetime
A nice nine selling hard rock in the pipeline
Put in their life and now they love a nigger longtime
Wednesday three freaks, Thursday four hoes
Five on Friday, yesterday six chicks
Today is the sabbath I got seven going at it
On a mattress doing shit you can't imagine, I'm laughing!
True story, real talk, that's classic

[Hook]

Hustle Gang - Away (performed by Spodee, Trae Tha Truth, T.I.)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Intro]
Away from me
Fuck niggas away from me
Away away away from me
Away away, yea

[Hook: Spodee]
I just had a little girl, somebody pray for me
They trick me off the street, my girl she ain’t gon wait for me
Suckas waitin on me, the slip they wanna take from me
It’s on my hip and I’m gon use it if you play with me
Away away away from me
Away away away from me
(Gotta keep these) Fuck niggas away
These gold digging hoes can’t play with me
I know I’m on my way, you haters stay away from me

[Verse 1: Spodee]
I jumped off with the blunt top, kickin hats all for my zone
If it pops off and the Glocks cocked, I’mma send shots to yo dome
Niggas get knocked out for a small cost
Then the cops call and that’s wrong
I’m going all off, that’s it all cost
Reckon I’m flowin the song player
I ain’t no killers but don’t push me
My dad ain’t had no lame and my mom ain’t raised no pussy
That’s fo damn sho
Maybe they hate me cuz they bitches think I’m handsome
Or maybe cuz I fucked that bitch like she a dancer
I am the answer, start since I was in Pampers
Accumulating more bucks every year like I’m Tampa
A nigga try me – they whole career will be over with
Better be glad they don’t rep my fuckin folk this year

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I just had a little boy, somebody pray for me
They trick me off the streets, my girl she ain’t gon wait for me
Suckas waitin on me, the slip they wanna take from me
If it’s on my hip then I’m gon use it if you play with me
But I know these fuck niggas ain’t shit
I can’t rock like them, now they nit
No way that shit I can get
My little niggas depend on me, I can’t quit
These gay ass niggas I never feel
I ain’t never been a ho, nigga never will
Too many snakes in the snakes in the field, I’ll never chill
You can never be the man, you was never real
Lord knows, I don’t wanna end up doing time
But I’mma go to the grave behind me and mine
You don’t know my life, you don’t be around
I’mma lean on a nigga, just keep tryin
I let these shots off, and then pop off in my zone
Niggas get knocked off or blocked off
And get dropped fore you get home

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Aye, got two baby girls fo' little boy
Got a big choppa, no lil toy
These young niggas making little noise
I trap em out there to ignore it but
You keep on fuckin with me I promise I got what you askin fo
Say you don’t want no trouble, oh yell it like that's what you askin for?
I’m blastin for my R E S P E C T for askin for it
A real life true blue dinosaur
Doe Boy, I won’t stay up at a 9 or more
Just older, it ain’t money I ain’t tryna pour
Won’t tuck my cup if it ain’t screwed up
And I bet you won’t find a finer whore
Than the one you see with me hoppin out of my truck
I done came up, I done done time
Spent my childhood, got it one time
Finally called after me but I’m bossed up you see
Ain’t no one over me cuz I run mine
I got a good heart but my temper bad
If I ain’t got a gun I’m going sick as hell
So fuck boy don’t play with me
I’m sucka free, stay away from me

[Hook]

[Bridge: DJ MLK]
Yo, this ya boy, DJ MLK
Hustle Gang hood rich, get dough or die
Know what I'm sayin, that's what we got goin on right now my nigga
Gettin that God damn money
You know, but I ain't gonna talk you to death
You know I know how to get it in
Dick ridin is not a form of transportation

Hustle Gang - Different Life (performed by B.o.B, T.I., Young Dro)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Coulda flown to anywhere in the world
Anywhere, anywhere in the world
But I'm feelin the city tonight
Yea, I'm feelin the city tonight
Put your head in the air if you're fresh in the building
You killin the city tonight
I got the same ol' attitude
It's just a different night, a different night
This is a different night, I live a different life
Everyone pays to live out they dreams
Shit, man that's a different price
Where is the cure for bitch niggas?
Fuck, it ain't no prescription to write
The world is a jungle, oh you scared nigga?
Here's some religious advice
I'm out of this world yet still in my zone
I flipped up a sound and created my own
All of the cities that I could've flown
Fuck it, tonight I'm a make it my home
Yes, I'm out of this world, still in my zone
Flipped up the sound and created my own
All of the cities that I could've flown
Well fuck it, tonight I'm a make it my home

[Hook: B.o.B]
I got smokers on my right side, drinkers on my other
The weed man my cousin, the dope man my brother
I remember them days I used to dream of this life
Got the same old attitude, this just a different night
A different life

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Tony Montana, I'm 14 years old
With a pistol in my hand I'm a blam it
Catchin niggas still, sellin mixes in the alley
I ain't gon stop til I get me a Grammy
And force this rappin, I'm a kill em, I'm a helluva nigga
It was a critical piece, start tellin them nigga
I be doin niggas pitiful, eat em up physical
Make me start rappin like I'm goddamn Mystikal
Hit em with pistols, I'm killin these niggas in cars
Niggas ain't hard, I hit it with killa bars
Hand me the pistol, motherfucker I'm killin ya'll
Look at the whip, motherfucker I'm seein tall
I'm supposed to ball and rap hard with ammo
Cut through this bitch ridin a goddamn camel
Cool as hell, more than Randall
Nigga either give me the light or I blow out your damn candle
No triple effect
One ho see if the other like it, ripple effect
I be standin on the trap but the realers is that
Me and B.o.B. hustle when the tillers is there
Yes man we gotta shoot, run em niggas with that
Ya'll pussy niggas so cold, quicker than that
Grand hustle, Hustle Gang, what's realer than that?
Them niggas true back at it, this is a fact

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Might work like clockwork
A nigga owe me, don't pay and my Glock work
A nigga say you want in but I'm at her
And niggas say you want 10, get applied first
Nigga talk a lot and get shot first
You got a cool mill in this hot verb
I've been trappin since I was a toddler
That they dodging the police and robbers
Suckas lookin for me and I'm weighin a key
If someone standin over her scale
Do you know how the winner foresee you?
Don't know what you do, bitches know that you here
Know that you real, rescue the occasion
Go hand me the 44 Glock like the pill
You lookin fo swag? I got it fo sale
I'm workin with cash, they checkin the mail
Never will they be so criplish to witness
Someone like they business who keepin it pimpin
I'm swingin and dippin, they head I ain't trippin
They fuck with my brother, they comin up missin
They dissin, I missed it I guess
You can slip or just listen to me as I guess
The answer to easy, that crazy and shady
Would we have a shot at that baby's? Yes

[Bridge:]
This is a different night, I live a different life
Everyone pays to live out they dreams
Shit, man that's a different price, the different price
This is a different night, I live a different life
Everyone pays to live out they dreams
Shit, man that's a different price, the different life

Hustle Gang - Yeap! (performed by T.I., B.o.B, Young Dro, Trae Tha Truth)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Intro: T.I.]
Yeap, yeap
Okay, okay
Yeap, yeap
Okay, okay, okay

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I double cup my lean, while I penetratin' your ho
Shorty I'm twice as raw as you seen
By far the coolest you know
Nigga you can ask anybody you know bout me they tell ya shawty gon' go
I been bowty, you know bout me shawty that four
Okay, I keep warrant no I.D., got a couple bad bitches by me
You can't be walkin.. with that two lead don't try me
Try lotto my auto cost two million euros
These hoes all on me like they think my manure gold
Okay these hoes be actin' up
These niggas be actin' tough
Hustle Gang, everybody got rap with us
Wanna see her I don't even gotta ask to fuck
See your chicken' my pimpin as soon as I walked in
She just asked me one question, she said do you like woman who really like woman?
I came with my friends and we comin' with you
Is you with it? I was just like

[Hook: T.I.]
Yeap, yeap
That right? That right?
Okay, okay, okay
Yeap, yeap
That right? That Right?
That right? That Right?
Okay okay okay

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I pull up front about four doors
I'mma roll up blunts with about four O's
I'mma young nigga with an old soul
That's why these niggas all got my old flow
They get mad cause they hoes chose
I'mma slang that wood, I'mma throw that oak
I dont call her back, cause I dont owe that ho
I just ignore that bitch like I don't know that ho
Aye,did you know that?
Everyday is a Kodak
And they ain't know me till I went Pop
But I was gettin' money way before that
With your main bitch on my floor mat
When I'm finished with her here's your ho back
I told that bitch, don't act like you know I wouldn't call where your coat at?
Niggas is freezing Hustle Gang season
Goons on the payroll, looking for a reason to create some balance when she get uneven
So say what you mean and do no be misleading
Shit the fuck up when real niggas is speaking
Cause life is a game and you will be deleted
Nigga, you will be obsoleted
You will witness the rise of the Phoenix (gang)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Dro]
Kill em in the Benz, kill em in the drop
Up my flow nigga hit em with the pop
Nigga I'mma rebel slash killer misionary
I be going fuckin' stupid, I'mma fuckin adversary
Backyard cemetary,where you wanna get buried?
Put you right next to the bitch named Mary
That's the last bitch I motherfuckin' strangle'd
She tried to set me up, so I hung her like a hanger
I'mma keep it real I'm a God damn singer
I can hit a note like Aretha damn Franklin
But I bet I still snap on a God damn banger
Nigga I'll work your bitch like a trainer
Hit it from the back, then tell bitch push up
Dick on the chin, yeah bitch chin up
Trick got bent up, pockets on fill up
If your sick of looking at a nigga bitch spit up
Forty-five grand on my motherfuckin' wrists
I like you ho, I finna blow that bitch a kiss
If she stick around, I'm a throw the bitch dick
If the bitch get smart, I dont throw the bitch shit
I like doing this, but I love doing that
Horse this label nigga need to get on my back
Nigga I'll run to the motherfuckin' end
Call me Joe Biscuit, I'mma win
Ain't gettin' paper, Trick come again
Bitch I'm inside you just like a sin
Ya'll nigga friendemy's ya'll ain't friends
Hustle Gang nigga we ain't never gon' bend

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Trae The Truth]
Yeah nigga money really long
Chopper down what the fuck you niggas really on?
Fuck nigga you can see I'm worth a million
Tell em my hustle be a minute before this milli gone
Truth got it on lock no keys on em
Push a nigga top back no breeze on em
Give a nigga the whole clip I squeeze on em
Ice game so cold I sneeze on em
Somebody kill before I make shit freeze on em
I don't talk about shit I put fees on em
They'll get and put another couple G's on em
Make em put them in the dirt grow trees on em
I'll throw a motherfuckin' fit
This two-door Phantom you ain't fuckin' with
Jump out like bitch who you fuckin with?
Not me, evidently you ain't fuckin shit
I'm gold in my zone can't nobody come save us
I'm turnt to the max, diamonds looking like Vegas
I ball like Durant, rep the west like the Lakers
I do this for real other niggas is fakers
Yeah, niggas better get they mind right
When they come to get money, nigga mine right
When its time to shine on em, I'mma shine bright
Jet black Audemars my time right

[Hook]

Hustle Gang - Real Niggas (performed by Doe B, Shad Da God, Yung Booke, Big Kuntry)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Intro]
They make believe these niggas too fake
Make believe these niggas too fake

[Hook]
Louie V’s on our shoelace
Drinkin' lean like a Kool-Aid
VVVs ain’t no foolies
They make believe these niggas too fake
I fuck with real niggas and bad bitches
Got the real niggas and bad bitches
Real niggas and bad bitches
Now where my real niggas and bad bitches?

[Verse 1]
Gold Rollie, VM1’s
Chain bussin like Vietnam
See it with you, lil bling bling on
Like a canister of a cheech and chong
No shoe strings, I mean Louie Vuitton
No 2 chainz, I got 3 on
You niggas goin nuts over pecans
I’m a big dog, you’re a pee-on
Bad bitches and real niggas
Polo, no Hilfiger
‘Cause playas only look what recipes check
Chad Butler I’m still pimpin
It ain’t dead, I’m still livin
Dead Prez is my true religion
I’m too hot, I need a cool assistant
Call the cops cuz my roof is missin'

Sippin lean like it Kool-Aid
White bread like too paid
Getting more head than toupee
Diamond clear like Bluray
Lil nigga you too fake
Your bitch say she want a real nigga
You try to hide or you can try to save her
Nevermind, I’mma still here

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Outfit clean OCD
Fuck around, put a pimp on a CD
Who the fuck got a bank round this bitch
We done pour it up like Ri Ri
AP and wet with the VV
It’s the same thing on my necklace
I don’t be facin' my dealers just like she on front of the magazine
Thirty rounds in the magazine
Fresh out that jet, lil bitch we traveling
Smoking on gasoline
All I needs is sorta oh fairly
Yea, on Einstein I’m geek
Said fuck D in the street
I’m yelling lines in these streets short

[Verse 3]
Real niggas and bad bitches
Cash getting yo ass kissed
Count twenty thousand like ten minutes
Got a foreign whip with your bitch in it
Hustle Gang, my team winnin'
Sleep then and when I’m still sippin'
Wanna pop the clip and you get rippin'
I’mma fuck around this of the louitinents
And it’s all about the paper
You block just sweat like the Lakers
Uh, west side, they know me
Two times, we go deep
Louie’s got blood on my hoffy
Broke nigga, G.D.O.D
I shout like one of Birdman to you
Smoking D-O-P-E

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
LV’s, True Religion
All these racks can’t fit up in it
VVS got blood in it
My money longer than life sentence
Her pussy good like soul food
Your main bitch is my old news
She got the red bottoms, Jimmy Choo's
I ain’t get that bitch a pair of house shoes
Red box, cocktail
All my niggas jumpin off the porch
All my niggas be going for broke
I’m mad talkin like Scott Storch
Styrofoam, double cup
Blowin up bout two 4’s
The baddest bitch you ever seen
Like stolen rims, she’s on all fours

[Bridge]
Fuck them fuck niggas, I know they hate us
‘Cause all my niggas getting paper
Fifty bottles, we got em raised up
I might fuck them hoes, so why you got em caged up?

[Hook]

Hustle Gang - Only N Atlanta (performed by Young Jeezy, Shad Da God, T.I.)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Come ride with me, come pray with me
Come ride with me, come roll with me
Roll with me, ride with me

[Hook: Young Jeezy]
All we ever do is rock ice, pour gold
Ever since we was bout 12 years old
Middle of the summer and the streets still cold
Every nigga here got a story untold
(Only N Atlanta)
Gave it to the free men but they wanted love
Diddy said he blew a quarter million in the club
Every nigga here got a box of Arm & Hammer
Every nigga here think he Tony Montana
(Only N Atlanta)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Welcome to the city where them lil niggas die
Like everybody Gotti, even the broke niggas fly
Every night sun, and it's sunny, we in the club
Got no problem getting this money, just need a plug
Nigga invest more in his chain than in his crib
Nigga invest more in his car than where he live
Swear that bitch in the club at least a 7
Niggas do it all for the fame, be living legends
Shit cost 700, the bottle of what he's sippin'
And if a bitch look like a model she probably strippin
Probably work at Onyx or probably the Blue Flame
An ex street nigga, he called my nickname
For everybody going for self, nobody's changed
Niggas dead-broke still living like millionaires
The welcoming committee, we call them the robbin' crew
There's a very good chance them niggas will rob you

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Shad Da God]
Well ye ain't talkin that belingo
And we playin mad while rippin up the Nino
The big homie guy light up bricks and they gorgeous
You can really get yo ass in jail, go to forge it
Feed the pistol right there on the deal say Feragamo
And niggas out here trappin just to do shit for they mama
We act like some stronger, that's how we start the flaky summer
And we ain't got shit but middle finger for your honor
And every niggas wishin we the same, think he baller
And every nigga in the expedition got a 40
And every nigga round me, get your mind on some money shit
We walkin round, we stride like the fuckin government
Every nigga run this bitch, you're nervous to the bullshit
On that south side, you getting yo fake crap by fuck shit
We hit our measure, tryin to get a plane of shrimp shit
RIP to Double D, king of that pimp shit

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I was born in the town where it all goes down
Since the roll had the white hit the bluff with the brown
Man I'm proud to admit, after housing them bricks
Man I'm still a free man blowing loud in the 6
And I'm rich more than a nigga could imagine
From where you get from rappin' or from trappin'
Only in Atlanta can a nigga get it poppin
Off at Magic City, 'hundred thousand in the pocket
Only in Atlanta can a nigga ride D
15 years on 15 key
Only in Atlanta can nigga get paid
Trappin' broad day with a new AK
How we ever do it? Pop bottles for a ho
Roll on 24's with a chrome snub-nose
All we ever get is bank rolls, rubber band round that
Just a message so you can get recognized where you at...

[Hook:]

[Outro:]
You know what I'm sayin?
A-Town nigga! Yea

Hustle Gang - Here I Go (performed by Young Dro, Shad Da God, T.I., Spodee, Mystikal)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Verse 1:]
Niggas try me, catch fifty first
Choppa so big nigga hit reverse
I'm a draw down on you and your partner so perfect
You gon' think this shit rehearsed
I can spit the verse but can't handle the repercussions
AK clips and Russians
Blood is rushing, cold-ass Swiss accounts
So you know the coats is Tuscan
Lady Ramkin, nigga, I'm a bear
Backwoods, weed, nigga, put it in the air
Black mead cover up the living room chair
Chinchillas cover up my bitches over there
Westside, I can make a killing over there
Eastside, I can't pimp without Slim
Spodee on deck, can't kill it without him
Three crazy, front pocket on dip, blow

[Hook:]
I was kickin' my shit, just cooling, 'bout to smoke another O
Kickin' my feet up, y'all niggas cheaters, probably rollin' with your ho
Now all these folks got somethin' to say about where I be and where I go
I heard niggas was lookin' for me, pussy nigga, here I go
Here I go, here I go (pussy nigga, here I go)
Here I go, here I go

[Verse 2:]
Probably with your bitch - big butt, can't fit up in the Six
A hundred whole bucks'll get you two purple zips
A hundred whole bands made the AP glitch
She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my wrist
Tell her like Young Dro: "fuck that bitch" (I said fuck that bitch)
Bought a 357, went back to the neighbourhood, bought that bitch

[Verse 3:]
You niggas better go on with the buster shit
I send 50 then empty out another clip
I'm Westside ridin' my hooptie still
On the phone seeing where my little cousin is
(I'm on the Southside right now)
(It ain't nothin' in the whip but some dope and some tools)
And nigga we so deep, so don't even
If it ain't on me, I'm strapped like a fool, biotch!
(I know a nigga that cut work, bitch)
(Ride with bricks like it's no risk)
(Buddy, yay cost two bands)
I'm so ma'fuckin' focussed
But these niggas said they G?
They some pussies to me
Ten years in the game, still ain't richer than me
You don't like what I'm saying?
Hail Marys in your face right now
Yeah, nigga, you've got love for me

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]
I'm made for this - steak and lobster, my table's dish
Been kickin' this flavour shit
No Lacoste but this 'gator, bitch (watch out, bitch)
Dro is my brother from another mother, we made the clique
Me and Slim from Decatur, trick
Fuck with us, get your tater split
I spit rhymes like I'm 6'9 and my cadences
Leave pricks tryna depict lines
Clique tryna portray this shit (bitch)
Bitch I'm big time, don't play with this
I've got six 9s, when I clip mine
Your whole clique dying, Arcadians (yeah...)
Keep it 300, nigga
I you want the ho, you'd better come and get her
It's a pimp in here, I ain't no baby sitter
I've got 30 shoes with 'gator in 'em (checks)
Pussy-ass niggas so lame, go all bare for the limelight (limelight)
Fuck what you heard, that chopper'll get a ma'fucka's mind right

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]
They be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack
I'm doper than a drum full of crack
I get it popping light a lightning bolt
Yeah, motherfucker, I got my thunder back
My looks made your sister wanna ride the dick
My beats made your brother wanna bow to rap
My smoke strong, made your daddy wanna roll a blunt
Your mama holler: "Ain't nobody got time for that!"
Turn from a human to a wolf on the song
Bitch I rip these shows, you can ask these hoes
They be standin' in the front screaming: "We want more!"
I was at it for an hour
She couldn't catch her breath, but she still want more
After the show, I handle my motherfuckin' business
Need I say more?
T.I. sent me a song and said: "OG, merk that bitch!"
He said it real familiar, and it was real familiar
So I lit up and hurt that bitch
Give a fuck? Never, sir
Don't give a shit, suck my dick
Give a damn, here I am - you lookin' for me, bitch?!

[Hook]

Hustle Gang - Problems (performed by B.o.B, T.I., Mac Bonney, Problem, Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Intro:]
Fuck ya'll nigga want with a nigga like me man
Eat you nigga for dinner
I'm all on er partner

[Hook:]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems

[Verse 1:]
I got a snubnose for you fuck hoes
Steady talkin, til 5 bitch you ain't gon board though
I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin like you ain't tonight
I ain't ridin with that 5, Shawty show you're right
Me slip, like how?
On the low between us, I'm strapped right now
Yeah, fed case ain't nothing to me
I'm a head case, know that when you run into me
Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me
I'm fresh out for some these niggas, they big dummies to me
Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play
Have yo head in my hallway for 100K

[Bridge:]
If you know it or you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home
If you know it or you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Think cause I went the prison I won't put this pistol to yo dome?

[Hook:]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems

[Verse 2:]
It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic
You know I see em bitin the style cool, they still can't deliver it right
I've been killin this shit for so long, I don't remember the height
What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, They ain't really bout that life
No lie on this mike, chillin with habitual whores
Hit er with the hammer like Thor
This ain't no Ford, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before
Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window of the 25th floor
Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord
See I'm headin where you ain't never been
We are not the same and that's evident
I make flexin just look so effortless
Hit that celery till I'm hella bit
See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate
And they ain't hesitant, not at all
For a nigga with a proper drawl, she give me that box like the post office dropped it off, and that's real

[Bridge:]
If you know it or you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home
If you know it or you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Think cause I went the prison I won't put this pistol to yo dome?

[Hook:]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems

[Verse 3:]
Damn no Tip, I got these hoes
Live it way, got a sake pose
Covered it like wear ladies flows
New York bitch, real lady clothes
Put em all now, real nigga act
Better put it now
You better go for the Oscars
Cause impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters
That ain't playing that
Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down
Shinin', you see the ray around, no recess in this circle
We don't play around
With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick
Cause life be her bitch
Will I'm gon serve hers big dick
Boy this Compton, driving lane
Me and ya'll, it's bout the same
Same nigga without the game
Keep shit, it ain't potty trained
Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain
Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game
So... break bread with the real bruh
Make sure you live life till it kill ya
Drop another molly in my tequila
Till my life in my dreams looks familiar

[Hook:]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems

[Verse 4:]
Off the drama and I'm back nigga
Still a king and that's a fact nigga
Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga
That's one deep, no pact nigga
Bad boy, no act nigga
No internet, but I'm at niggas
New McLaren, all black nigga
That's front sealed up like Shaq nigga
In the game but don't play round
Try this shit with me – you get layed down
I stick and move, I don't stay round
Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound
I don't talk the talk, I just run shit
How you think you're me but ain't the shit
Could go bananas on some shit
I keep a team on that dumb shit
I keep a strap that just might clap
Money low and I might trap
Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent
He run up on me, I might snap
Got me feelin like fuck em
I'm face to face, I don't duck em
My heat in hand, I don't tuck em
I don't body bag em, I stuff em
With hot shit, hot shit
Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit
With heavy metal, I rock shit
Til showin bove but you not shit
I go for real, just ask tip
I green light my clique trip
Six niggas hoppin out one whip
Go to reconstructing your whole hip

[Hook:]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems

[Verse 5:]
I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner
Bitch leave me I'm a take everything from er
Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama
So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama
Let me find out, you layin on me for riches
Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen
One o' your eye balls on the stove, the other missin
I think his head exploded, that nigga teeth in the dishes
Hey when you learned that as pong I learned this shit in the trenches
I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions
4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions
And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission

[Bridge:]
If you know it or you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home
If you know it or you don't
Nigga, this ain't what you want
Think cause I went the prison I won't put this pistol to yo dome?

[Hook:]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems

Hustle Gang - G.D.O.D. (performed by T.I., Yung Booke, Doe B, Big Kuntry)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Bridge]
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand, made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money short, back out so stand up

[Hook]
I’m lookin good, I roll the block
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die
Say I ain’t getting it, who told done told the lie?
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die

[Verse]
Say girl stand, stakin, I can hit a mill
Playin hay, getting on my ass, I don’t give a fuck
We talkin paper, hood is up, we get them figures up
The order I’m payin for, I hit them niggas up
Triple OG, they can sit around
Slurp green like nigga you a sitting duck
I park a drive, you suck a dick then I’m still bonified
GDOD, you know me homie, know I’m gonna ride
My reputation all I got
Some say I’m snitchin, pussy nigga, who you talkin bout?
Fuck nigga, we can have a paper work party
But she ain’t got no patience, Shawty do that work for me

[Bridge]
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand, made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money short, back out so stand up

[Hook]
I’m lookin good, I roll the block
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die
Say I ain’t getting it, who told done told the lie?
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die

[Verse]
I’m about that paper, I’mma get that til I die
I’m not understanding you, we’ll see when we can lie
I’m ridin round solo with some titties in my right
They say we ain’t getting money, they don’t motherfuckin lie
I’m like shittin rich, we getting karats by the pound
We ain’t countin that so we gonna be countin for a while
Cut through it when I shoot
Now they through it in the top
‘Cause everybody came through
Shawty take they ball
Get dough or die, they where you need it ho
Though how the streets talkin you a dead man walkin
And I just bought a Louie belt to hold that 40
If you play emotion to the death with that big ol 40
For real, I’m preachin out in Ogeeda
Don’t talk about yo real, boy I’m walkin on the real
Any boogers in my ear cost me brick fair
All white BBS’s look like fish scale

[Bridge]
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand, made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money short, back out so stand up

[Hook]
I’m lookin good, I roll the block
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die
Say I ain’t getting it, who told done told the lie?
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die

[Verse]
I’m all about my paper, bustin for my cheddar
The reason why you broke ‘cause you don’t know no better
You not talkin money I can’t see yo visions
All I do is getting money, that my true religion
I will bust it down, pass when you were washin dishes
You was workin for the man, now we’re still up in it
We ain’t ghosts in the ghost, nothing is rented
I don’t even know the price, bitch I just spin it
You see them Forgiato bitch, I pull em on the curb
If she’s not a bad bitch she getting no swerve
Can’t even swing a rack, no sir
I’m a selling digit nigga, like a phone long bird

[Bridge]
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand, made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money short, back out so stand up

[Hook]
I’m lookin good, I roll the block
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die
Say I ain’t getting it, who told done told the lie?
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die

Hustle Gang - Blocka (performed by French Montana, Young Dro, Meek Mill, T.I.)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Intro]
My youngins got a Glock
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka
Go, hit em with the choppa
It’s the blocka blocka blocka

[Bridge]
I know you heard me through yo radio
I know you heard me through yo stereo
100 chains on with my Figaro
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go
And I pull that on me
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

[Hook]
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

[Verse]
If you homie with my shooter then nigga pull up then
He’ll knock yo ass off for a light 10
Yo a coward if you kill a nigga in the night then
Say you gangsta, way kill em, meet me in the light then
They don’t wait til the police call, white then
And if you don’t want it, have em makin more white then
God say I turn to kill he right then
We all righteous, member of the Righteous Men
Righteous killers, do it cool as the fam with it
That is Godwork, yall niggas is playin with it
Manslaughter a nigga, bare hands with it
And we go, real pussy, I was in the can with it
I’m Young Dro, not the avenger
Solid gold davenger
Yall niggas sleep, I wake em up like awerika
I used to fall with Keishas, now I’m fuckin with character
I’m in the kitchen, flippin this case, no spatula

[Bridge]
I know you heard me through yo radio
I know you heard me through yo stereo
100 chains on with my Figaro
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go
And I pull that on me
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

[Hook]
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

[Verse]
I say money is the mission, we murder without permission
Kills in the kitchen, the product’s off in the kitchen
My niggas getting richer cuz niggas know they positioned
If money talk then all you broke niggas should listen
Everybody hatin on me, it’s like who could you trust?
All these hoes out here skinning, it’s like who could you fuck
In this Rolls I be leanin em like who gives a fuck
But these niggas talkin reckless, just know that you can be touched
When that money on the line, my hands on the line
I put that money on yo heads, all this money on my mind nigga
And you don’t wanna see me shine
Nigga time is money so I put some money on my time nigga
I know you hear me on yo radio
Fuck around headshots, spin that voice for Gatti O
And all my niggas tell me though
Dream chaser, Hustle Gang nigga, you already know

[Bridge]
I know you heard me through yo radio
I know you heard me through yo stereo
100 chains on with my Figaro
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go
And I pull that on me
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

[Hook]
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

[Verse]
Hey girl my youngin want action
He run up with that thing
Even if he don’t let it bang I bet you won’t do a thing
You ain’t ballin like I’m ballin, hundred G up in yo thing
I’m a million movie man, gor for deal and do yo thing
Hustle Gang muhfucka, all we do is get money
I got 100 racks, you wanna do this shit forever
That crew on yo back, Hustle Gang , you cheer
Make dough our music but got other shit to do in the rear
You got a bitch, she see me gentile, I be usually friend
Retarded, watchin my arm, stupid shit on my neck
We both fuck er, let’s help er, go ask er who do it the best
I pull her shit out of prison, she stuck a feel in her chair
So get most of the money? Who got all the respect
Head light, we get the best, let em fight for the rest
I beat you all gonna ride, if I’m flyin in a jet
My hood, you need choppa, might get by all the tech, you hear me?

[Bridge]
I know you heard me through yo radio
I know you heard me through yo stereo
100 chains on with my Figaro
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go
And I pull that on me
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

[Hook]
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

[Outro]

Hustle Gang - Kemosabe (performed by Birdman, Doe B, Young Dro, B.o.B, T.I.)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Intro]
Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa
Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa
I said woa Kemosabe, woa, woa
Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa

[Verse 1: Doe B]
I blow the check in Follies
I coulda bought a 'Rari
Pull up in the big body
Valet had to double park it
I’m covered in Versace
I’m Fresh prince, these niggas Carlton
Flexin' through the projects
Them bitches think I’m 'luminati
My nigga say fuck a Bugatti
Buy him a Box Chevy on 30's
Straight out the dutty, drink muddy, bitches slutty
Get head so long, she fuck around, caught a concussion

[Bridge: Doe B]
Top off on a foreign
Ballin' like Amar'e
2 bitches and they barbies
1 on lean and 1 on mollies

[Hook: Doe B]
50 hoes in the lobby
Chain gold and it’s Versace
I’m like woa Kemosabe
Big ballin' is my hobby

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Top off on that foreign, G4 Jet that boring
Pass me the ball I'm scorin'
Fuck yo bitch she horny
Got 23 bitches on the T-Bird
3 plus 3, that's 6 birds
24 cups, 21 that’s 4-5
That's what I keep on my side
If a nigga tryna run up in my house
I’mma blow his ass back outside
And even if the fuck nigga look wrong
I'mma knock the pussy nigga cock eye
Me and Doe B show 'em how to rock out
This verse so hot I'm finna hop out
Ain’t ball, man I'm finna go beast mode
Dominating here, getting knocked out
I’mma stop now slow it up
Rolled on on my 30’s
Ask that bitch, I fucked all her buddies
That ho be lookin' dusty
I bet her pussy musty

[Hook: Doe B]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
I'm like "whoah Kemosabe"
I started this shit cos that's my hobby
Big Tymer that's my name ho
Versaces on my frame ho
All gold everything
I put that shit on everything
Got a ring on every finger nigga
Diamonds flooded in this bitch like it's raining nigga
Bitch on my arm like a singer nigga
Hah, she might just be a singer nigga
I do what the fuck I want
And I buy what the fuck I want

[Hook: Doe B]

[Verse 4: B.o.B]
Got em poppin with my possy, we ballin like the Cosbys
Ballin’s in my bloodline, casa de mi patri
Young god is the prophet, young playas stackin profit
I made a quarter million and I never went to college
Say the flow out here is solid, smoking hydrofonics
Even in Japan boy, I get plenty sake
I’m all about the dollar, bitches wanna holler
Bet yo girl got more inside her mouth than just in gossips
And this life is all that I know
Ain’t after that, I didn’t miss it
And we go hard, these niggas lip but them ventriloquists whisper
From band hitters on 6, niggas would kill to get rich
And this Doe B, B.o.B, G.D.O.D, we rich nigga

[Bridge: Doe B]
Top off on a foreign
Ballin like Amar'e
2 bitches and they barbies
1 on lean and 1 on mollies

[Hook: Doe B]

[Verse 5: T.I.]
I got foreign whips in my garage
Top down in that SB
I got plane gas and I see yall
And I match a clique in my ashy
And Hustle Gang we about that action
And all them other pussy niggas just actin
And yo gang play, cocaine pay
For everything I got like 30K
I’m still a drug dealer, how you love that?
Love a real nigga, den you love me!
We’re out there in the spot, where they selling drugs at
I’mma beat the 60, you can get you 2 or 3
50 corners and Ferrari Californias
Fuckin with a bitch, you California
Smokin shit, you did fo California
Bitch get wrong she gon' get left in California

[Hook: Doe B]

Hustle Gang - Poppin For Some (performed by Young Dro, Yung Booke, B.o.B)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Verse: Dro]
Black kush reefer, smoking on Cali boy
I’m a west side nigga like Danny Boy
Flip a brick, sell a brick, cup a brick house
Fuck a trick, keep my dick in yo bitch mouth
Pull up boy, ridin Shawty, keep it real pimpin
Zone 3, these streets, I am still in em
Ridin jean Denim, Polo jean Denim
Win or broke, spreader leans, I am up in er
I’m a whack spinner, I’m a jack tinter
In this bitch you fuckin boy, hit her last winter
Ball crap dinners, I’m a lap winner
Cookin dope, sellin dope, get yo ass in er

[Hook: Dro]
I got cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some
Got these shooters all in my right, you know they’ll offer for some
We need corn down in my clique, you know we rockin for some
All these bitches on my dick, you know I’m poppin for some
They know I’m poppin for some
She know I’m poppin for some
He know I’m poppin for some
They know I’m poppin for some

[Verse: Yung Booke]
Part like watch out bro, you 2 lyin
Blood nigga, get out the booth flyin
Can’t even wear all these looks no more
Where it happens all I might shoot straight
Got a foreign bitch, coppers on me
Parker fly me, don’t no crib
Count cab fair to get slow with
Kick this shit with even broke lips
Like hold up, hold up, hold up
I mean brother smoking my reefer
In the hood, servin that franky
Smoking on a long blunt of that Keisha
If I was rappin when I was in school coulda probably fucked my teacher
Now my name poppin like Krisko
I’m Hustle Gang with my rich girl

[Bridge]
Rollie got them hamer diamonds, can’t tell my wrist
I’m a real nigga, been seen with one and I’m too legit
I replace soldiers, don’t chase soldiers like fuck that bitch
Wear 2 chains but know Ludacris and I’ve been preppin like know the deal

[Hook: Dro]

[Verse: B.o.B]
Good weed and knock chomper
Yo bitch is a cock monster
I bang that pussy like a rock drummmer
And she up and down like stock numbers
No doubt about it, she throwin that
That medicinal, I’m blowin that
I got signed to 17 years old
I said fuck school, I ain’t goin back
See Dro, it’s my nigga
Don’t make us go gorillas
Man I swear to God these niggas flawed
Everything white gold, that silver man
We treat Mary Jane like strippers
We just pour them shots of Tequila
And they know we poppin for a reason man
‘Cause this Hustle Gang, we up in here

[Hook: Dro]

Hustle Gang - Err-Body (performed by T.I., Dro, Trae The Truth, Chip, B.o.B, Shad Da God)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Hook: T.I.]
Boss shit, fuck what any bitch say about it
Win or Lose I'm a motherfucking player bout it
Call Me better motherfucking pray about it
Money over bitches, hustle gang over everybody
Everybody, Everybody, not Everybody, Everybody
Money over bitches, hustle gang over everybody
Do you mean Everybody, Everybody, not Everybody, Everybody
Money over bitches, hustle gang over everybody

[Verse 1]
[T.I.]
All these wheels that I've been in, and all these bitches I know y'all
If niggas really bout getting that check, how come nobody don't know y'all
This hustle gang we on go y'all, nothing but bully we throw y'all
Don't ask me nothing about yung L.A.,I don't know that nigga that dro dog
[Young Dro]
Ok ok 30" bitch I sit over everybody
12 gauge bluka, bluka, bluk, blast everybody
As far as talent go, T.I.P don't get mad when I find it
IF you ain't like that pussy nigga, why the****you sign him?
[T.I.]
Only signed that nigga cause he had that song
Thought he was that nigga but I had that wrong
Had I known what I know, I'd a left that alone
We ain't been****sense, that's my two cents
Young gang of niggas that don't like me shawty
Gotta problem then come fight me shawty
You're to broke to green light me shawty
Got a bunch of paid niggas just like me shawty
[Young Dro]
We hold it down raw****my appearance is real
That****you talking is cheaper than the clearance for real
Shoot a nigga, blood start hemorrhaging ill
I been bossing up since we was trapping out of Riverdale

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
[Trae Tha Truth]
Hustle Gang Street kings, attitude like****you
Nature of an asshole, better let me the****through
They put me in position with choppers, so I'm on defense
I'm kobe when I shoot, never post I (thrrr) in sequence
Black on black like the sun gone, I bet you got this one wrong
How the****you go to war with handguns, my niggas march with they drums on
Hustle gang i g.d.o.d, still in this bitch like b.o.b
Ask T.i.P I'm go like mike, I take flight off t.o.p
I get money, yea, get money, y'all rubberband and I sit money
You trap stash and I fit money can't none of these hoes get****from me
I do me, get mine, in this Maybach where I sit fine
Ain't no stress I'm bossed up on this block collecting like rent time

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chip]
I use to throw my coins away, bought pennies made pounds
Pennies for my force, and pussy every penny counts
And everywhere we go, these people wanna know
They wrecking, they turning up, carry on till your speaker blows
Cause time's money, money's time nigga
It's g.d.o.d, I'm still alive nigga
I rep my city, yea I put on for my cut
All I do is murder verse, now who wants to die first
It's hustle gang my nigga, I'm putting on for my team
Spazzing on that trigger, but I'm shooting after my dream
Been a problem since I stepped in,****it I'm fresher than a freshmen
Step in the booth and I'll burn the mic, like check one, two, testing

[Hook]

[Verse 4: B.o.B]
Hustle gang over everybody in here
If I'm in building alone then it's a hundred million in here
From another planet motherfucker I been sent here
My dick so long I'll go back time and****yo bitch for ten years
I'm this real, I'm this real, I'm colder than windshield
I walk through the front door like what's up the pimp's here
Life in the fast lane, I wake up in sixth gear
I wake up in vegas like bitch why you still here
That's just how I go about it, B.o.B best know about it
Nigga I be everywhere, if I'm on a plane I know the pilot
All them haters talking shit, nowadays they show is quiet
Tell me why you front row, with your main bitch she so excited, so excited

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Shad da God]
We ain't got no conscious, we don't show no pity
Turn up in yo town, put this up in yo city
Dirty ass bank roll, no this ain't no diddy
Posted in the trap, pull up get a 50
Shitting on these niggas, safe to say A.P. shitty
Ain't nothing lil bitty, Big ass in my glass drop
And this****on 50, Careful what you ask for
Grind for every thing, so we ain't never had to beg for
Bad red bitch, you know I fucks until her legs sore
When I'm in her spot, you know that 45 on the dresser
Whole click sold blumma, don't get in****you can't handle
Straight pulling up in them toys, but we don't play around Southside Atlanta
Hustle Gang over everybody

[Hook]

Hustle Gang - Intro (performed by Mitchellel & T.I.)

Mixtape: "G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)" (2013)

[Intro: T.I & Mitchellel]
It's 'bout that time, partner
I've just got one question for ya
Did you miss us?
(Get dough or die)
We doin' it for the men of respect
(This is a movement)
For all the stand up guys and the women who love 'em
(Get up or lay down)
Nigga we ain't takin' no losses (just get the money)
We'll take a life though, nigga
My nigga...
You've got to know I remember how y'all niggas
Stood on us
When we were down
You gotta know we ain't gon' let that shit go
(Get dough or die)
My nigga, I ain't on - bought every one of you niggas
And any one of you think you've got a goddamn shot at it, nigga
Try me then, partner...
I've got a back, hop on - we goin' there, nigga
To the motherfuckin' tip... no pun intended
Any nigga gettin' money, you down with me, partner
In God we trust
If you're 'bout that bread, Goddamn it, it's alright with us
It's the king, bitch
Now y'all take off on me, motherfucker, for sure and what it is?
Dead time for the motherfuckin' marbles, homie
Hustle Gang, G.D.O.D...

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