No more
Allstar Cashville Prince Lyrics

Yeah, hustler
Acknowledgment and acceptance of being a hustler.

I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind right nah
I have a bag full of money and drugs heading to Florida, and I promised that I would stop hustling. However, I don't say that anymore as my mind is focused on making money, and I believe I have the right mentality to do so.

The pots hot as the rock expands It's the paper chasin' man On the clock like hands Grindin' like teeth Get money like Heath Cliff Hukstable Keep it comin' like keith Gotta make it 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 A-K holes. Think face blows And understand talkin' money by the case loads Gun off safety I'm in safe mode I will hold court Until the case closed.
The drug game is as unpredictable as the expanding rock, but I am determined to chase money. I work constantly, like the clock never stops ticking, grinding hard for every dollar like a professional wrestler. I aim to make my success last despite the obstacles and even the devil trying to hinder my progress. I am well-armed and wise to the fact that everyone is not on my side in this game. Money is my focus, and I am building my wealth from bagels to legos. When I appear, everyone freezes, and I can manage to hold court until the case is closed with ease.

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 lights Tryin' to get off that white at a reasonable price Nah I ain't tryin' to bargain wit' ya them niggas hatin' Well I guess they gonna be starvin' wit' you I got two jobs I sell and cop shit 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 shit And copped about twenty four 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, hustla
I am a new, young investment in the game, and my mind is set on progress. I have had stacks of cash wrapped in rubber bands, and I am not turning back. I love the street life and the challenge of finding good deals, even if others are trying to negotiate against me. I have two jobs; selling and buying drugs, which is like father, like son since I was adopted. I convinced the Birdman, Stunna to give me a chance, and I spent my advance money to feed my family. I have also made money selling drugs before I entered the rap game, and I am making six figures before releasing my first record. I am a hustler, and even if others don't respect my work habits, I will show off what I have achieved.

Yeah thank you up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quarter From a half to a brick from an "O" to the ozies That how I'm hood rich and murder was the case got me Emptyin' a lot clips stunna hollerin' Birdman nigga right back in this bitch Third world throw the you up I'm rollin' in the whip With this money on my mind gotta hustler and a lick Them high rise dealin' me and youngin' on some shit Breaking bread choppi'n millions cause a bitch ain't shit Told as a youngin' how roll with the chopper If money on your block for the money I'm a pop ya Nigga wanna hate but they money wouldn't stop us From ridin' fly whips now they hoe out jock us We stunnin' while ya hating Nigga stunna is what made ya I hear ya poppin shit But the birdman raised ya bitch Birdman got an army birdman got a navy And cash money cant save ya.
I am grateful for coming up from an eighth of an ounce to a quarter, then a half, a brick, even to the ounces. This is how I became wealthy, and my past is full of murder cases. I am constantly hustling with Birdman in the third world, riding in the car, and executing plans to cut deals despite possible violence. Breaking bread and chopping millions with my people shows I am not afraid of anybody. I learned young to keep my chopper close since violence can arise for money matters. No one's hate can stop the money flowing from our assets or stop us from driving amazing cars. We are stunning, and if anyone has a problem with it, it's because of Birdman's influence. Cash Money can't save you since Birdman has a powerful army and navy backing him up.