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I stack my G's by the hundreds,
hundreds by fifties
Hustle motherfucker,
make it muddy cause it's heavy
I'm breaking all the laws,
baby I'm the boss
Gangsta from the beat,
looking like a million dollars
House on the hill, worth a couple mil
Homie get your squirrel hound
on your steering wheel,
keep your hoes on check
Set a paper flowing in,
keep some cash in the bank,
credit line getting thick
There's 7 million ways
you can get paid,
a couple thousand later
maybe you can get laid
Caddy Escalade, sitting on dubs,
stash for the strap,
another stash for the drugs
Hitting all the clubs, pockets on smoke,
model looking bitches,
homies fresh off parole
It's all to the good,
keep your hustle strong,
keep it on the hush,
stay away from the law
There's 7 million ways you can get paid
Get your hustle on food,
ain't shit gonna change
We livin' in the high life,
money, fast cars
Fuckin' bomb bitches in these
streets breakin' laws
There's 7 million ways you can get paid
Get your hustle on food,
ain't shit gonna change
We livin' in the high life,
money, fast cars
Fuckin' bomb bitches in
these streets breakin' laws
Homie, what you gonna do?
Sittin' on your ass
while we hustlin' the streets
Flippin' cash, my life for the dollar
My husband Rob Wallace,
I'm freakin' if the illest
motherfuckin' rap scholar
Gettin' paid in the streets,
no matter what the cost
Crackin' glass is what
I'm pushin'
cause these hoes get tossed
against old laws
With these moves I make,
I pray to God to let me into heaven's gates
All I ever knew was rappin'
to Joe Tillett,
hustlin' on the block just
closer to Chile
Fuckin' bitches, countin' money,
smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
Seem to be the fuckin' plan for me,
found the keys in OZ's Overseas,
FedEx payin' for overnight fees
There's just no limit
when you're kickin' like this
So I'll be here makin' money
at the end of this shit
There's seven million ways
you could get paid
Get your hustle on food,
ain't shit gonna change
We livin' in the high life,
money, fast cars
Fuckin' bomb bitches
and these streets breakin' laws
There's seven million ways
you could get paid
Get your hustle on food,
ain't shit gonna change
We livin' in the high life,
money, fast cars
Fuckin' bomb bitches
and these streets breakin' laws
Mostly hated, went to school
and never graduated
There's a lot of fools pissed
cause the night's all faded
Fuck them, it ain't my fault
Grab a noun, chop it up into your ball
Even friends sometimes, they act funny
Wait to let you down real fast for the money
Do anything and fools will come to you
But when you were broke,
nobody ever knew you
What kind of shit is that?
Thought you had my back
Feeding off of youngsters,
homie, fuck that
Yeah, I got ferria,
but I'm still out robbin'
Catch me in the barrio
in the backyard squabbin'
Boning in the room, pussy hole throbbin'
Dick all sore cause the bitch give scoffin'
Ask me if she knows,
that's say y sobbin'
Put it all in her throat,
bitch don't choke
There's seven million ways
you could get paid
Get your hustle on food,
ain't shit gonna change
We livin' in the high life,
money fast cars
Bucket bomb bitches
in these streets breakin' laws
There's seven million ways
you could get paid
Get your hustle on food,
ain't shit gonna change
We livin' in the high life,
money, fast cars
Fuckin' bond bitches
and these streets breakin' laws
For seven million ways, you can get paid
Get your hustle on food,
ain't shit gonna change
We livin' in the high life,
money, fast cars
Fuckin' bond bitches
and these streets breakin' laws
For seven million ways, you can get paid
Get your hustle on food,
ain't shit gonna change
We livin' in the high life,
money, fast cars
Fuckin' bond bitches
and these streets breakin' laws you