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letra de rich hustle (extended) - fabolous & jim jones

[intro]
hitmaka
hol’ up

[chorus: fabolous]
i just gotta keep it street on some g code sh-t (g code)
do whatever for them wins on some cheat code sh-t (do whatever)
tryna be paid in full on some rico sh-t (get money)
toast to a rich hustle, n-gga, clicquot rich
i just gotta keep it street on some g code sh-t (that’s facts)
do whatever for them wins on some cheat code sh-t (don’t play with us)
tryna be paid in full on some rico sh-t (k!lla, what up?)
toast to a rich hustle, n-gga, clicquot rich (clicquot rich)
[verse 1: fabolous]
if they ask me how i been, i say, “i can complain” (i can’t)
same reason i be icy ’cause i can’t come plain (i can’t)
i know that life’s a b-tch but i ran some game
and pop bottles ’cause i became a champ from pain (let’s go)
now the watch look good and i rock handsome chains
plus i always keep it a buck and some change
i been comin’ through harlem since the branson strain (facts)
ask about my pelle, avirex and vanson game (facts)
ask capo, am i capping (huh?), stop me when i’m rapping (huh?)
this sh-t really happened, so guess i’m really rapping (really rapping, n-gga)
you turned into a hater for a b-tch number (ew)
i hustled all winter for a rich summer (oh)

[chorus: fabolous, jim jones, ]
i just gotta keep it street on some g code sh-t (facts)
do whatever for them wins on some cheat code sh-t (whatever)
tryna be paid in full on some rico sh-t (harlem)
toast to a rich hustle, n-gga, clicquot rich (you see it)
i just gotta keep it street on some g code sh-t (keep it a buck)
do whatever for them wins on some cheat code sh-t (how you winning?)
tryna be paid in full (argh)
toast to a rich hustle, n-gga (ha), clicquot rich (capo)

[verse 2: jim jones]
we been popping champagne since we started with the white star (facts)
then we jumped to the rose like when juelz had the white car (remember that?)
sh-t, back then, it was a hunnid for the cristal
that was the nineties, i was running wild with my pistol (brrt)
summer in miami when we start drinking veuve (woo)
always ready for action like a part of a movie (loaded)
i been dripping since i hit ’em with the scarf and the lou’ v
n-ggas know the vibe, that summer start ’em in a new v (skrrt)
and i know all the gangstas down on na roc
sh-t, i let my milli’ pop up on na block (grrt)
all these bottles on the corner like we just won a chip
and we got these b-tches thirsty like they just want a sip (really rich)
[chorus: fabolous & jim jones]
i just gotta keep it street on some g code sh-t (keep it a buck)
do whatever for them wins on some cheat code sh-t (how you want it?)
tryna be paid in full on some rico sh-t (harlem)
toast to a rich hustle, n-gga, clicquot rich (go)

[verse 3: fabolous]
i got clicquot poppin’ off like freak hoes
got ’em lookin’ like, “who that?” (who that?), no peepholes
i’ve been doin’ costa ricas and puerto ricos
i’ve been smokin’ on west coast on the east coast (yeah)
i’ve been movin’ more amigo and less ego (for real)
i just call a bl!cky quavo, my best migo
i will let them things take off like torpedo (pew, pew, pew)
then i’m pullin’ off that set srt though
left ’em like benny blanco, they carlitto (remember me?)
pour ’em out, r.i.p though, yo
i guess that instagram money, they don’t bring out with ’em (nah)
i guess everybody rich until you hang out with ’em (facts)

[verse 4: jim jones]
everybody rich until it’s time to bring the drop out
he had dough on the ‘gram, he must forgot to bring the watch out (oh, he forgot?)
i be starin’ at the sky like i forgot to bring the top out (woo)
tell dom poo we need the riches on the menu at the traphouse (you know the vibes)
so we can shut the spot down, you know fried rice with the prawns (hurr)
everybody eat, that’s just the life of a don (capo)
uptown drinkin’ riches watchin’ the night turn morning
own the club, still partyin’ when the lighs turn on (go), sh-t
we just tryna chill, keep it light, catch a summer breeze (somethin’ light)
block on fire, you got the gun? you better run from these (bang, bang)
pockets so heavy, thirty grand in my dungarees
tank top on ’cause it’s hot like a hunnid degrees
[chorus: fabolous]
i just gotta keep it street on some g code sh-t (keep it g)
do whatever for them wins on some cheat code sh-t (whatever it takes)
tryna be paid in full on some rico sh-t (harlem)
toast to a rich hustle, n-gga (rich hustle, n-gga), clicquot rich (clicquot rich)

- fabolous jim jones

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