Pocket full of that 808, that scrape the plate
That thing that sell, that avoid the gate
Yeah we gettin hustle money, that hustle money
Pocket full of that hustle money, we gettin hustle money
Yeah i'm gettin hustle money, And that muscle money
We will run in your crib if we found out you a buster money
We will dust you off, How much you cost? That's the extra cash
So nigga don't piss us off, Pocket full of that crack addict
Ways to seal, that black madden, Me and boy i'm back at it
Eating off nigga's habits
Got a crackhouse on my neck, show respect
My wrist cost me a town, And them hoes know i get down
I'ma blow all this hoe money, On patron and get tall money
Leave the club well like photo, Baby going by 6 dough
Gotta go get my strip cash, One bitch got my polo bag
And she got my connect... Yeah boy i'm fucking straight
Pocket full of that 808, that scrape the plate
That thing that sell, That avoid the gate
Yeah we gettin hustle money, That hustle money
Pocket full of that hustle money
We gettin hustle money
Niggas with that old dough, We just call it blow dough
Or that pays ...fucking around with them... Heads
We get that tax free, how dawg, don't ask me
You get them witness chips, You won that snitches shit
Me i hit the club and blow a pound on sirrock
2 more on some shots, And that ace cost me my block
And i might fuck up maria but, I don't give a fuck
Cause under my mattress is the stash that i call get you stop
And i still got my sock draw, and i got my shoe box
I'm rising around with my hennesey and i'm listening to that 2pac
I got money on my mind so i be on my grind
Got a pocket full of that scarface so you know the world is mine, nigga!
Pocket full of that 808, That scrape the plate
That thing that sell, That avoid the gate
Yeah we gettin hustle money, That hustle money
Pocket full of that hustle money
We gettin hustle money - (x2)
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