Chris Moronta - HUSTLE

I Hustle Hard and always keep my business low
We stack the funds and then have fun
That's what how it go
I keep a Main, one on the Side and
One thats faithful, one that's wilding
If you know just how I'm talkin'
They you know why!
If your money talks
The women will always comes along right
Watch Out for the Code
When all your Friends become your Foes
Your Bros ain't always Bros
They only love you for the dope
See that money talking, Only praying for your worst
Money Fallin' like Confetti from the Sky
I see you smiling, know you plotting in disguise
Bitch I'm Bout It Bout It, Like Master P up in his prime
If you don't like it, then won't you come and take my life
A nigga ain't street, but I stay with the hood
If killas come get me I promise I'm good
I run with my Kapos, We make an example
The Streets Is Always Watching you know 'Where I’m From'
If he kill me he famous right, if I kill him it's brainless
I know women, that’ll cry at my casket
Just cause we had conversations yuh
I know niggaz that’ll vouch for the times
I ain’t have the time I gave it up
If I had hundred dollars, when I hit decline
I’d be on vacation bruh
All these calls from momma though
Like collections they be piling up
Tomorrow ain’t Never Promise though
So I’m prepare for all the losses hoe
The grass growing, anaconda come
My cheddar old, so the rats gon show
I could never stay comfortable
Too many women wanna hit my phone
Too many niggaz wanna see me gone
Rather advocate to go and motivate
Niggaz don’t Listen dawg
Rather live in hate with trey 8, Karma gon get Resolved
Bullet for a Bullet, Life for a Life
You could go get revolved
I just wanna show the way, like Biggie said
Go and Spread the love
I can not resist seeing in the vision that my life end in slugs
No matter how much Good that a nigga do...
I Hustle Hard and always keep my business low
We stack the funds and then have fun
That's what how it go
I keep a Main, one on the Side and
One thats faithful, one that's wilding
If you know just how I'm talkin'
They you know why!
If your money talks
The women will always comes along right
Watch Out for the Code
When all your Friends become your Foes
Your Bros ain't always Bros
They only love you for the dope
See that money talking, Only praying for your worst
Money Fallin' like Confetti from the Sky
I see you smiling, know you plotting in disguise
Bitch I'm Bout It Bout It, Like Master P up in his prime
If you don't like it, then won't you come and take my life

Written by:
Christopher Moronta

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