Memphis Bleek - Hustle Money lyrics

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Pocket full of that 808, that scrape the plate

That thing that sell, that avoid the gate

Yeah we gettin hustle money, that hustle money

Pocket full of that hustle money, we gettin hustle money

Yeah I'm gettin hustle money, and that muscle money

We will run in your crib if we found out you a buster money

We will dust you off,

How much you cost? That's the extra cash

So nigga don't piss us off

Pocket full of that crack addict, ways to seal, that black madden

Me and boy I'm back at it, eating off nigga's habits

Got a crackhouse on my neck, show respect

My wrist cost me a town, and them hoes know I get down

I'ma blow all this hoe money, on Patron and get tall money

Leave the club well like photo, baby going by 6 dough

Gotta go get my strip cash, one bitch got my polo bag

And she got my connect... yeah boy I'm fucking straight

Pocket full of that 808, that scrape the plate

That thing that sell, that avoid the gate

Yeah we gettin hustle money, that hustle money

Pocket full of that hustle money, we gettin hustle money

Niggas with that old dough, we just call it blow dough

Or that pays ...fucking around with them...heads

We get that tax free, how dawg, don't ask me

You get them witness chips, you won that snitches shit

Me I hit the club and blow a pound on Sirrock

2 more on some shots, and that ace cost me my block

And I might fuck up Maria but, I don't give a fuck

Cause under my mattress is the stash that I call get you stop

And I still got my sock draw, and I got my shoe box

I'm rising around with my Hennesey and I'm listening to that 2Pac

I got money on my mind so I be on my grind

Got a pocket full of that Scarface so you know the world is mine, nigga!

Pocket full of that 808, that scrape the plate

That thing that sell, that avoid the gate

Yeah we gettin hustle money, that hustle money

Pocket full of that hustle money, we gettin hustle money X 2