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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw shit Aye, yo, forty, I'm home, nigga Welcome home, family Four deep in the cut, dawg, cruising Four real niggas, four roogas Money on my mind as we bump straight boosie Straight boosie that new bay music Forty on my lap as I cruise with my bad chick Bad chick, bad chick, badder than my last chick All my dudes, we spark a lot But we tottin' big pistols in the parkin' lot We on that dum' dum' dum' dum' dum' dum' shit My side ride or die on that where ya from shit? East oakland, where ye at, thug? Whip it whip it whip it bring it back bruh Real nigga, ye ain't even gotta ask us Lost sum' real niggas so I'm tatted up Chi town pass so I'm 'gatted up'! Dickies on the bed slid in' one leg. Ip Woke up this mo'ning like fuck that (fuck it fuck fuck it fuck that shit) Man, it's time to get my money sack (I said man, it's time to get my money sack) Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle Woke up this mo'ning like fuck that Opened up a loud pack and rolled a baseball bat This that power, that skunk, took a shower and grabbed my chrome smith And wesson 4-5th, leave a bitch nigga stiff From the beginning, my nigga, fo' I was trained to go I was plottin' on doe when I was an embryo Tried to make an honest dolla, didn't work fo' me So I did what I had to do for my family We on that dum' dum' dum' dum' dum' dum' shit Hit a bitch nigga with a drum stick Draggin' my knuckles on the crown like an ape Tougher than the three dolla steak Psychedelic colors in my presidential I'm a real one, I ain't got no bitch potential Raised in a drug infested environment Free all of my real ones in solitary confinements Woke up this mo'ning like fuck that (fuck it fuck fuck it fuck that shit) Man, it's time to get my money sack (I said man, it's time to get my money sack) Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle My money sack, my money sack Gettin' that money sack Hey! out here gettin' it Every, show 100 stacks Nigga, fuck that nigga, bitch! Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye Bitch! Woke up this mo'ning like fuck that (fuck it fuck fuck it fuck that shit) Man, it's time to get my money sack (I said man, it's time to get my money sack) Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
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