Gflee - Hustlin' (feat. Tmoe Tha Great)

All of my brothas be hustling
Movin them bells we don’t penny pinch
We stack that bread to the ceiling fan
Mob bitch and we cut out that middle man
Don’t make us come hop out that mini van
Do what we say just like Simon said
And we run that check up best way we can
Yu know all my brothers be hustling
All of my brothas be hustling
Movin them bells we don’t penny pinch
We stack that bread to the ceiling fan
Mob bitch and we cut out that middle man
Don’t make us come hop out that mini van
Do what we say just like Simon said
And we run that check up best way we can
Yu know all my brothers be hustling
You know that my brothas be trappin ride past and they yellin out “All’s well”
They slapping the five to they chest if a nigga bitch them then they tellin a tall tale
We out here we getting this money no wonder the honeys be right on my coat tail
But I ain’t got nothing Fo no goofy hoe but a dick and then maybe my best friend
All of this money we want it
On top of the cash like it’s one my opponents
Country bitch know that she horny
Flying to her house like a hornet
Beat up her box like I’m amazon
I know sumn my verses be corny
That make sum of these bitches get pornish
Then it back to block fonem callin wit cash tellin me to come pick up my portion
All of my brothas be hustling
Movin them bells we don’t penny pinch
We stack that bread to the ceiling fan
Mob bitch and we cut out that middle man
Don’t make us come hop out that mini van
Do what we say just like Simon said
And we run that check up best way we can
Yu know all my brothers be hustling
All of my brothas be hustling
Movin them bells we don’t penny pinch
We stack that bread to the ceiling fan
Mob bitch and we cut out that middle man
Don’t make us come hop out that mini van
Do what we say just like Simon said
And we run that check up best way we can
Yu know all my brothers be hustling
M O B man so it’s mils over bitches
I do the most but a young nigga getting it
I net through the fam so I don’t need no middle man
They calling trigger man
Aka boogey man
He get the funds if ya tripping man
Keep ya head up on a swivel man
I use my instincts yeah some like its kao kin
i stack my bread to the celling fan
Then kick the hoes out just like Jackie Chan
But I need the money bout 20 mil
A young nigga made it no matter what teachers said
I did not care what the people said
That’s the difference my nigga
Poles for the hoes you getting whacked my nigga
I do not cap only facts my nigga
Some like a cat you get stretched my nigga
All of my brothas be hustling
Movin them bells we don’t penny pinch
We stack that bread to the ceiling fan
Mob bitch and we cut out that middle man
Don’t make us come hop out that mini van
Do what we say just like Simon said
And we run that check up best way we can
Yu know all my brothers be hustling
All of my brothas be hustling
Movin them bells we don’t penny pinch
We stack that bread to the ceiling fan
Mob bitch and we cut out that middle man
Don’t make us come hop out that mini van
Do what we say just like Simon said
And we run that check up best way we can
Yu know all my brothers be hustling

Written by:
Dondrell BrownJr., Tyler Brown

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