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I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to Florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't 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 won't ever hustla no more But I don't 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 Heatcliff hukstable keep it comin Like Keith gotta make 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 but 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 I'm an a hole AK holes Think face blow and understand talkin money By the case loads gun off safety I'm in safe mode I will hold court until the case closed Brown bag b*tch I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to Florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't 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 won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right money right Young new investment ain't no turnin me back Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack And I ain't never goin back sike I love the life standin Under the street light tryin to get off that white At a reasonable price nah I ain't tryin to bargain Wit ya n*ggas hatin well I guess they gonna be Starvin wit you I got 2 jobs I sell and cop sh*t Like father like son well I was adopted I told the Birdman Stunna gimme a chance and I don't even wanna Tell you what I did with my advance cause I'm only a man I had to feed my fam takin that hood sh*t And copped about 24 grams man I guess it is what it is it Was what it was before the rap game I was sellin drugs Either way I'm six figures before my first record I'll stunt y'all don't respect my my work habits I'm a hustla I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to Florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't 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 won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right money right Yeah thank you up n*gga uptown from an 8 to a quarter From a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies That how I'm hood rich and murder was the case got me Emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin Birdman N*gga right back in this b*tch 3rd world throw the u Up I'm rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta Hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin On some sh*t breaking bread choppin millions Cause a b*tch ain't sh*t told as a youngin how roll With the chopper if money on your block for the money I'ma pop ya n*gga wanna hate but they money Wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out Jockin we stunnin while ya hating n*gga stunna Is what made ya I hear ya poppin sh*t But the Birdman raised ya b*tch Birdman got an army, Birdman got a navy And cash money can't save ya I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to Florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't 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 won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right money right |