Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Since I can't get no love
I'll settle for some money yeah
Niggas trippin
You ain't know me on the bus yeah
You ain't bout to get this paper
You ain't struggle yeah
Yo knuckles ain't bleed my nigga
You ain't hustle yeah
Walking six miles just to sell a gram
That ain't no shit I would celebrate
F*ck it wrapped it off in cellophane
I could sell you life then sell you fate
Sell you whatever's on this plate
You might catch these motherf*ckin
Bacon bits or half a bake
Baby girl she talking like she don't Love me
She bout to skate
Any place you wanna go
Anywhere out this world you gon relate
Say that go instate
I ain't trippin on these bitches
Man they gon relate
Super with the scale
High up off that Richter scale
Bitches finna kiss and tell
I wish you well
Roll a dub and hand em out
You know what's finna happen
When we come up with them choppas
Niggas calling out for doctor
They ain't coming now
Ain't nobody rushing now
But everybody hear the sound
Don't nobody give a f*ck
Who knows
I been so high
Been so down on too low
Y'all niggas trip
Tie yo shoes
Y'all gon grow to be some
Higher than a bitch
I can't crease up
Niggas gon f*ck up til the lease up
Baby ima hint you when I see ya
Baby girl I ain't gon be no preacher
But im gon tell you everything
You need to know
I'm gon smoke this chronic
Catch a wave fasho
You gon f*ck with me any damn day
I know
Ain't nobody f*cking with bv
That's of course
And that shit is so apparent
Ain't even listen to your parents
These niggas stayed up on some Scary
Blicka blicka
Hit you in your kindey
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Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Since I can't get no love
I'll settle for some money yeah
Niggas trippin
You ain't know me on the bus yeah
You ain't bout to get this paper
You ain't struggle yeah
Yo knuckles ain't bleed my nigga
You ain't hustle yeah
Walking six miles just to sell a gram
That ain't no shit I would celebrate
F*ck it wrapped it off in cellophane
I could sell you life then sell you fate
Sell you whatever's on this plate
You might catch these motherf*ckin
Bacon bits or half a bake
Baby girl she talking like she don't Love me
She bout to skate
Any place you wanna go
Anywhere out this world you gon relate
Say that go instate
I ain't trippin on these bitches
Man they gon relate
Super with the scale
High up off that Richter scale
Bitches finna kiss and tell
I wish you well
Roll a dub and hand em out
You know what's finna happen
When we come up with them choppas
Niggas calling out for doctor
They ain't coming now
Ain't nobody rushing now
But everybody hear the sound
Don't nobody give a f*ck
Who knows
I been so high
Been so down on too low
Y'all niggas trip
Tie yo shoes
Y'all gon grow to be some
Higher than a bitch
I can't crease up
Niggas gon f*ck up til the lease up
Baby ima hint you when I see ya
Baby girl I ain't gon be no preacher
But im gon tell you everything
You need to know
I'm gon smoke this chronic
Catch a wave fasho
You gon f*ck with me any damn day
I know
Ain't nobody f*cking with bv
That's of course
And that shit is so apparent
Ain't even listen to your parents
These niggas stayed up on some Scary
Blicka blicka
Hit you in your kindey
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Today was a good day to get some money yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Triple double up the hustle yeah
Since I can't get no love
I'll settle for some money yeah
Niggas trippin
You ain't know me on the bus yeah
You ain't bout to get this paper
You ain't struggle yeah
Yo knuckles ain't bleed my nigga
You ain't hustle yeah
Walking six miles just to sell a gram
That ain't no shit I would celebrate
F*ck it wrapped it off in cellophane
I could sell you life then sell you fate
Sell you whatever's on this plate
You might catch these motherf*ckin
Bacon bits or half a bake
Baby girl she talking like she don't Love me
She bout to skate
Any place you wanna go
Anywhere out this world you gon relate
Say that go instate
I ain't trippin on these bitches
Man they gon relate
Super with the scale
High up off that Richter scale
Bitches finna kiss and tell
I wish you well
Roll a dub and hand em out
You know what's finna happen
When we come up with them choppas
Niggas calling out for doctor
They ain't coming now
Ain't nobody rushing now
But everybody hear the sound
Don't nobody give a f*ck
Who knows
I been so high
Been so down on too low
Y'all niggas trip
Tie yo shoes
Y'all gon grow to be some
Higher than a bitch
I can't crease up
Niggas gon f*ck up til the lease up
Baby ima hint you when I see ya
Baby girl I ain't gon be no preacher
But im gon tell you everything
You need to know
I'm gon smoke this chronic
Catch a wave fasho
You gon f*ck with me any damn day
I know
Ain't nobody f*cking with bv
That's of course
And that shit is so apparent
Ain't even listen to your parents
These niggas stayed up on some Scary
Blicka blicka
Hit you in your kindey
Writer: Bryan Veal
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