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Lyrics
Intro:
Geah
Oh-ho
Chorus:
I'm on the interstate (State)
In the Chevrolet (Let)
In the 55 (5)
Goin 78 (8)
On 285 (5)
Just passed 78 (8)
Wit a loaded nine
Smoking on some mary j (Hey)
Bitch im on the grind (grind)
I hustle errday day (Day)
Pound for pound
Call me a heavyweight (weight)
Round for round
Nigga I on't hesitate (hesitate)
Im doin real estate
Tryin to get my business straight (tryna get my business straight)
1st Verse:
Money is all I got, Money is All I need/
Money, is whatchu get by sailing a lot of weed/
This is my job, this my faith/
Like Jody Breeze said, Im tryin to get my business straight/ (Ya Dig)
I Used to make my money at Steak n Shake/
Flipin burgers, trying to make my cake/
My Girl dont have Double D's/
Thats a pound of weed/
Yeah u can call my girl a heavyweight/ (Ha)
but Cops don't trip, my girl don't even hesitate/
Cant you see, I carry them Asian girls/-Fast
with Small ass pearls/
Hustling Bricks, is my world/
Do u figga dig me, do u hear me/
mama said if I dont have money in the future, that I wont be success/
So I hustle hard, to live my life for the best/
So I'm Just Obsessed with money, so don't question my test/
So Sometimes I get Stress and depressed, for these arrest/
So I Fuck bad bitches, where they digest/
its like im possessed, with smoke in my chest/
this is what we do, in the mid-west/ Yeah
Chorus:
I'm on the interstate (State)
In the Chevrolet (Let)
In the 55 (5)
Goin 78 (8)
On 285 (5)
Just passed 78 (8)
Wit a loaded nine
Smoking on some mary j (Hey)
Bitch im on the grind (grind)
I hustle errday day (Day)
Pound for pound
Call me a heavyweight (weight)
Round for round
Nigga I on't hesitate (hesitate)
Im doin real estate
Tryin to get my business straight (tryna get my business straight)
2nd Verse:
I smoke weed, I roll blunt size of black N Mild/
Im geeked up, acting wild/
On the highway going 78 miles/
Ready to do a lick, so you better stay away/
Got something to say, Then i Got that AK/
High as a satelite, im ready to fight/
So I Roll my grape cigerello/
In da club, I'm always blowed, i get crunk, i don't dance/
You better stop before u end up dead under the water, turning yellow/
Just like spongebob square pants/
Got a couple a grands, bricks of money that don't fold, but i can do better/
Wraping with petroleum jelly with sweater, Sending out package of letter/
yeah I'm strapped, when I'm always in the club/
yeah I trap, everyday selling 8 grams of dubs/
Other bitches trying to hustle but they fake, there phonies/
They try to compete, but instead of cheese they making macaroni/
I work my own hours, no tax. my own labor/
I gotta go out, and get that paper/
so see you later/
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