paroles de chanson Hustle - Birdman feat. Gudda Gudda
Yeah,
just
like
priceless
Something
you
can't
see,
nigga
Ya
see
times
is
hard
as
it
is
That's
why
I
got
girls
and
my
girls
got
kids
And
all
I
wanna
do
is
handle
my
biz
And
all
I'm
tryna
do
is
whatever
I
did
Every
day
I
been
prayin'
to
you
I
hope
you
hear
everything
that
I'm
sayin'
to
you
I
get
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
Nigga,
I
don't
trust
a
soul
so
I
ride
alone
I
keep
my
eyes
in
my
rear-view
ridin'
home
See,
I'm
ready
for
whatever,
understand
me
Any
situation,
whatever
the
Lord
hand
me
We
pull
guns,
you
niggas
don't
pull
a
damn
thing
The
only
thing
you
niggas
pullin'
is
a
hamstring
Roll
the
dice,
man,
we
kill
time
gambling
W-wintertime,
top
down,
nigga
real
arrogant
Big
Money,
so
we
blowin'
it
apparently
C-Cash
Money,
Young
Money,
yeah,
it's
all
a
family
Birdman
and
Weezy,
they
payin'
all
salaries
And
I'ma
ride
with
'em
till
they
bury
me
Ya
see
times
is
hard
as
it
is
That's
why
I
got
girls
and
my
girls
got
kids
And
all
I
wanna
do
is
handle
my
biz
And
all
I'm
tryna
do
is
whatever
I
did
Every
day
I
been
prayin'
to
you
I
hope
you
hear
everything
that
I'm
sayin'
to
you
I
get
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
Livin'
that
life,
livin'
that
life
from
under
dem
streetlights
But
it
ain't
bright
enough
to
show
me
where
I'm
goin'
But
I
still
find
my
way
and
when
I
do
I
keep
goin'
And
uh,
a
nigga
wit
strikes
Try
me
and
your
family
don't
sleep
right
Didn't
think
I
was
tough
enough
to
make
it
on
my
own
But
I
can
get
through
anything
if
I
done
made
it
through
the
storm
And
uh,
now
I'm
killin'
at
night
Killin'
that
night-life
on
the
east
side
Leather
on
chrome
Television
with
the
phone
and
the
top
is
so
gone
Ya
see
times
is
hard
as
it
is
That's
why
I
got
girls
and
my
girls
got
kids
And
all
I
wanna
do
is
handle
my
biz
And
all
I'm
tryna
do
is
whatever
I
did
Every
day
I
been
prayin'
to
you
I
hope
you
hear
everything
that
I'm
sayin'
to
you
I
get
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
Yeah,
flash
the
bright
lights,
nigga,
smash
on
site
Born
rich,
bitch-nigga,
live
with
no
wife
Keep
the
pain
of
the
price,
prices
with
the
dice
Give
a
fuck
about
your
life
rollin'
railish
stripes
High
like
a
kite,
G4
every
night
Overseas
money,
bitch,
we
do
it
so
right
Don't
do
it
right
so
we
don't
it
all
Money
hard,
bitch
nigga
playin'
like
a
ball
Ball
life,
ya
head
life,
ya
gettin'
getcha
game
right
Ya
paid
the
price,
hit
ya
up
and
laid
you
right
Twist
ya
life,
nigga,
we
live
in
sunshine
5-star
condo
and
stay
fly
Ya
see
times
is
hard
as
it
is
That's
why
I
got
girls
and
my
girls
got
kids
And
all
I
wanna
do
is
handle
my
biz
And
all
I'm
tryna
do
is
whatever
I
did
Every
day
I
been
prayin'
to
you
I
hope
you
hear
everything
that
I'm
sayin'
to
you
I
get
money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
Money,
money,
money,
money,
money,
money
1 Intro
2 Been About Money
3 Money to Blow (Street Version)
4 Money Machine
5 Priceless
6 Bring It Back
7 Nightclub
8 4 My Town (Play Ball)
9 Hustle
10 Shinin
11 Mo Milly
12 I Want It All
13 Always Strapped - Remix
14 MP
15 Ball Til Ya Fall
16 Grindin' Making Money
17 Written On Her - Remix
18 Southside - Remix
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