No Dough
Fiji water and blunts
Bitch don't front
Stunt if you want
Ima knockin our ya fronts
All this money out here
All this money out here nigga get sum
All this money out here nigga get sum
All this money out here nigga get sum
All this money out here nigga get sum
All this money out here nigga get sum
At no fault of mines niggas hate my name
Hoes pressed hot throwing slangs
U mad and broke I can't say the same
Playing wit life u can't reset the game
3 rules
Mind urns 1
Get paper 2
And protect ya brains 3
Stay clear of lames even tho the game gone
Throw u change ups neva change
I remember when they ain't know my name
Now It make fake niggas frown
I thought they was real niggas clowns
And try to bring a real nigga down
But that can't be
Cuz they ain't me
And they can't see my hustle
And it ain't g how u hate me
You don't like me then fuck ya
As long as Chase and Whitney straight
Y'all can continue wit the hate
No announcement needed when I'm n the place
Cuz it's Hustlemania all in ya face
That chick u stalking I penetrate
I do the shit that u simulate
Unique style that u emulate
I'm up now end debates
Nigga keep on sending me threats
Trying to convince me that he built like that
But wit me it's on site
U the type of nigga sayin' he be right back
These knots I got don't need ice packs
I stay smoking that nice pack
I make statements u type that
Oh u a gangsta huh
That's a nice act
These niggas ain't got no dough ain't got no dough
These niggas ain't got no grind
These bitches got too much mess got too much mess
These bitches got too much time
These niggas ain't got no dough ain't got no dough
These niggas ain't got no grind
These bitches got too much mess got too much mess
These bitches got too much time
Hatin hoes ain't happy happy hoes ain't hatin'
Ma stay on her grind and y'all bitches just faking I see u
Happy niggas ain't hatin' hatin' niggas ain't happy
Real hustlers gettin' that money while y'all niggas just cappin'
Changed up the company I was wit
Now my company's legit
And I'm accompanied by some company
That only talk about chips
I chose paper over that bitch
Since I hit no company is miss
Too many losses up on my list
My former position had me too pissed
Fall back regroup and flick that switch
Now MGE gon flex n this bitch
I ain't got time for tricks or no pricks
Big dawg still gon scratch wit the ticks
Every reward come wit a risk
Never need security or no clique
Ima boss don't have to jack on no lick
I'm me don't have to front for no chick
HUSTLE
Bitch nigga say he don't like Hustle
Wanna be jus like Hustle
We both came from alike struggles
But he ain't nuthin' like Hustle
The sweating bad mad I'm hot
Wit a beautiful chick mashin' drops
I'm next up all the asking stop
Jus dropped a bag in fashion stop
Dark side 'til the casket drop
By six of my closest
My light on and u know this
No fuck shit I'm focused
Oh yeah... I'm Supa kala fragilistic expeala doces
These niggas ain't got no dough ain't got no dough
These niggas ain't got no grind
These bitches got too much mess got too much mess
These bitches got too much time
These niggas ain't got no dough ain't got no dough
These niggas ain't got no grind
These bitches got too much mess got too much mess
These bitches got too much time
Hatin hoes ain't happy happy hoes ain't hatin'
Ma stay on her grind and y'all bitches just faking I see u
Happy niggas ain't hatin' hatin' niggas ain't happy
Real hustlers gettin' that money while y'all niggas be cappin'
Bitch don't front
Stunt if you want
Ima knockin our ya fronts
All this money out here
All this money out here nigga get sum
All this money out here nigga get sum
All this money out here nigga get sum
All this money out here nigga get sum
All this money out here nigga get sum
At no fault of mines niggas hate my name
Hoes pressed hot throwing slangs
U mad and broke I can't say the same
Playing wit life u can't reset the game
3 rules
Mind urns 1
Get paper 2
And protect ya brains 3
Stay clear of lames even tho the game gone
Throw u change ups neva change
I remember when they ain't know my name
Now It make fake niggas frown
I thought they was real niggas clowns
And try to bring a real nigga down
But that can't be
Cuz they ain't me
And they can't see my hustle
And it ain't g how u hate me
You don't like me then fuck ya
As long as Chase and Whitney straight
Y'all can continue wit the hate
No announcement needed when I'm n the place
Cuz it's Hustlemania all in ya face
That chick u stalking I penetrate
I do the shit that u simulate
Unique style that u emulate
I'm up now end debates
Nigga keep on sending me threats
Trying to convince me that he built like that
But wit me it's on site
U the type of nigga sayin' he be right back
These knots I got don't need ice packs
I stay smoking that nice pack
I make statements u type that
Oh u a gangsta huh
That's a nice act
These niggas ain't got no dough ain't got no dough
These niggas ain't got no grind
These bitches got too much mess got too much mess
These bitches got too much time
These niggas ain't got no dough ain't got no dough
These niggas ain't got no grind
These bitches got too much mess got too much mess
These bitches got too much time
Hatin hoes ain't happy happy hoes ain't hatin'
Ma stay on her grind and y'all bitches just faking I see u
Happy niggas ain't hatin' hatin' niggas ain't happy
Real hustlers gettin' that money while y'all niggas just cappin'
Changed up the company I was wit
Now my company's legit
And I'm accompanied by some company
That only talk about chips
I chose paper over that bitch
Since I hit no company is miss
Too many losses up on my list
My former position had me too pissed
Fall back regroup and flick that switch
Now MGE gon flex n this bitch
I ain't got time for tricks or no pricks
Big dawg still gon scratch wit the ticks
Every reward come wit a risk
Never need security or no clique
Ima boss don't have to jack on no lick
I'm me don't have to front for no chick
HUSTLE
Bitch nigga say he don't like Hustle
Wanna be jus like Hustle
We both came from alike struggles
But he ain't nuthin' like Hustle
The sweating bad mad I'm hot
Wit a beautiful chick mashin' drops
I'm next up all the asking stop
Jus dropped a bag in fashion stop
Dark side 'til the casket drop
By six of my closest
My light on and u know this
No fuck shit I'm focused
Oh yeah... I'm Supa kala fragilistic expeala doces
These niggas ain't got no dough ain't got no dough
These niggas ain't got no grind
These bitches got too much mess got too much mess
These bitches got too much time
These niggas ain't got no dough ain't got no dough
These niggas ain't got no grind
These bitches got too much mess got too much mess
These bitches got too much time
Hatin hoes ain't happy happy hoes ain't hatin'
Ma stay on her grind and y'all bitches just faking I see u
Happy niggas ain't hatin' hatin' niggas ain't happy
Real hustlers gettin' that money while y'all niggas be cappin'
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Writer(s): Johnny Jones
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