Official Urban 951 - Hustle Mode

Smoke one get dumb get turnt
Pass the bottle so nobody getting hurt
Wana live so a nigga having fun
No walking cuz a nigga gotta just run

Money chasing or no money finna come
I can't walk gotta run to be number one
Aye
Cuz I wana make a ton
Dont ask me siting there looking dumb

Look man I'm trynna be the man
Bank roll with a whole lotta bands
Good vibes and bad I cant
Money on my brain was the only plan
Only one no and helping hands

Cuz a nigga want a few grand
Aye, ask me how it land
Sauce up n the frying pan
Cook it up Cuz I gotta get them bands
Im all alone so dont ask were I'm at
GPS me then I'll be tracked
I cant risk for that minor set back

Hustle mode I get it
If you with it then let's go get it
Cant stop time still ticking
Get it off and I keep on flipping
I'm from a city that you probably never heard of
A small city that they call the murda
Baby what I'm doing
I'm puttin myself on
Is you stoopid

See the money nigga want some dough
I see it and a nigga really want some more
And money is what Im seeing all in sight
Big dog no bark i'm a bite
Send love to my real ones with a kite
Left hand dont speak to the right
Dumb crazy nigga might start a fight
Kush blunts go around all night

Wanna fuck with a goon
Baby tell me what it do
She fake the plastic see right threw
Make money ann im still on the move
Tex Avery cuz the bitch be looney tune

Move fast or be slow like a sloth
Please know that we cut from a different cloth
I been hustle when they sit they ass and fuss
Come around when they see a nigga going up
And I'm keep on doing me
Stay soild as the concrete
Two ten, ten toes two feet
Boss levels ready to eat

Hustle mind for the love of money
She a thot so she gotta shake that monkey,
And she get mad when you ain't throwing nothing
Taking pictures and they pressing for the money

Smoke one get dumb get turnt
Pass the bottle so nobody getting hurt
Wana live so a nigga having fun
No walking cuz a nigga gotta just run

Money chasing or no money finna come
I can't walk gotta run to be number one
Aye
Cuz I wana make a ton
Dont ask me siting there looking dumb

Written by:
Armando Villa

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