letra de hustle 101 - jem cretes
[hook]
this is what i do, turn nothin’ into somethin’
if it ain’t about money, man you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
and you may catch me ot tryna flip though
you run up, say h-llo to my pistol
i rock it up, chop it up, i’m tryna move somethin’
i hit the stash, grab the bag, gotta do somethin’
and once i get it, i’ma flip it, stack it up or somethin’
i’m ’bout my money man, ’bout my money, man
[verse 1: schoolboy q]
seen quiet days, loud nights
made it easy for the boys to raid, spray their -ss with raid
dawg i ain’t sayin’ sh-t
bread, look, i can teach you how to flip
look, uh, hustle 101
first get a gun, hop out, make all them n-ggas run
two, look, make it to the dope spot
but watch out for the cops, aye, watch out for the wooptie
third, get an 8 ball to test it out
make sure that this your route, if it don’t work, tell ’em it’s a drought
fourth, look, sh-t i ain’t goin’ back to fourth
you better have that bread or sh-t, it’s over with your head
realist sh-t i ever said, n-gga money over dead
hoes you’d rather f-ck instead, now repent
death among gents, smack ’em senseless and six inch sh-t
i told him keep his distance, relentless for instance
[hook]
this is what i do, turn nothin’ into somethin’
if it ain’t about money, man you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
and you may catch me ot tryna flip though
you run up, say h-llo to my pistol
i rock it up, chop it up, i’m tryna move somethin’
i hit the stash, grab the bag, gotta do somethin’
and once i get it, i’ma flip it, stack it up or somethin’
i’m ’bout my money man, ’bout my money, man
[verse 2: jem cretes]
first you gotta move out of state with a tool
catch a knot, turn a rule, when them sharks in the pool
feds on attack where we clack for the food
hustle 101: every day cash rules
this is how i’m pitchin’, every day gettin’
my vision’s so gangsta, my n-ggas so anch0r-d
i’m from the trap house where the gats out, bitter
we cash out sisters and we man out n-ggas
wilmington’s the city but i move so gritty
so quickly, no iffy, no murder, no pity
i’m i-made, five way, and n-ggas wanna try j
highways on friday, like cube, it’s my day
b-tch n-ggas comin’ short, debo through your whole source
f-ck n-ggas wanna clown, n-gga i can muscle down
n-gga you ain’t from my town, you hustle like your momma now
your hustle with a swallow now, open up, gobble down
[hook]
this is what i do, turn nothin’ into somethin’
if it ain’t about money, man you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
and you may catch me ot tryna flip though
you run up, say h-llo to my pistol
i rock it up, chop it up, i’m tryna move somethin’
i hit the stash, grab the bag, gotta do somethin’
and once i get it, i’ma flip it, stack it up or somethin’
i’m ’bout my money man, ’bout my money, man
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