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I-I-I don't respect nothing but your hustle and your ambition I came up with hustlers who hustled chickens out the kitchen I came up with hustlers who hustled anyway to get in When it comes down to my women (what?), (that bitch better be a giving) I gets that paper, and it's evident (damn) Draped in suit and tie like I'm the US president (Obama) Bad bitches stay by my side, like Don Wan in the 70s Bankroll so big, shit that reminds me, I need a Leatherman (bitch) Jacket said, "I made it nigga" I done paid my dues, you stupid fool I'm not too cool for school, I graduated all thanks to you What I said to my lady friends, I be calling all the homies, "Fool", and they be stupid But in the school be, I wanna do that Better know you gotta hear you, mad right I don't respect nothing but your hustle and your ambition I came up with hustlers who hustled chickens out the kitchen I came up with hustlers who hustled anyway to get in When it comes down to my women (what?), (that bitch better be a giving) Always focused, get the mind right Money come before pleasure, if it done for you then you ain't my type Think I'm not cute, just want to lay the pipe, right (right) But she gotta the fuck on 'em, we finish, no spending the night No business 'bout yourself You should wanna get up, and get your paper (paper) Never mind laying up, that ain't something I favour (favour) It's the only thing running through my mind, so I can take care of mine I wake up seeing dollar signs, so I won't even go back to sleep I don't respect nothing but your hustle and your ambition I came up with hustlers who hustled chickens out the kitchen I came up with hustlers who hustled anyway to get in When it comes down to my women (what?), (that bitch better be a giving) I, I-I came up with hustlers, who hustled them chickens (skrrt) Your girl on detention, my-my-my chopper suspension I'm fucking with Trouble, who fucking with Gucci (it's Gucci) Got two shooters in town, and the Uzi I'm shooting And my life is a movie, soldiers salute No need for my goonies, I, get two bitches to shoot I like girls with ambition, your bitch got potential My end of my mission, she on it, she lucky (it's Gucci) I-I-I don't respect nothing but your hustle and your ambition I came up with hustlers who hustled chickens out the kitchen I came up with hustlers who hustled anyway to get in When it comes down to my women (what?), (that bitch better be a giving) If it ain't my scutter in here looking like (what) She 'bout that issue, she don't need Gucci shoes to paint the picture No Luis either, I'm talking about bad as she wanna be, she can rock that leader She be riding round-round getting it and she be stacking up spend it Greatest show as pluto rule by now (by now) Too busy investing, no time to gossip (gossip) Then the only kind of women I entertain I came up in the game, them niggas who take bang the slain Anything for the money I don't respect nothing but your hustle and your ambition I came up with hustlers who hustled chickens out the kitchen I came up with hustlers who hustled anyway to get in When it comes down to my women (what?), (that bitch better be a giving) I don't respect nothing but your hustle and your ambition I came up with hustlers who hustled chickens out the kitchen I came up with hustlers who hustled anyway to get in When it comes down to my women (what?), (that bitch better be a giving)
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