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Birdman - No More lyrics
Yeah, Hustla I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind right nah I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind right money right The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind right nah I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind right money right young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i aint never goin back sike i love the life standin under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a hustla I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind right nah I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind right money right yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy and cash money cant save ya. I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind right nah I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind right money right. |
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