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Glasses Malone

"Nike"

[Chorus:]
Throw a hundred n*gga, get them back
Flew the whole n*gga, get them back
Had to, had to do
I don’t wanna go
It’s a lot of money I just wanna get
Lot of money, I just got to get it
It’s a lot of hoes I ain’t f*ck yet
I can’t wait to hit it
Had to wanna do [x2]
Had to, had to do [x2]
It’s a lot of money in the streets I ain’t got yet
Lot of b*tches in the street I ain’t f*ck yet
Had to wanna do
Had to, had to do
Had to wanna do
Had to, had to do
It’s a lot of money in the streets I ain’t got yet
Lot of b*tches in the street I ain’t f*ck yet
Had to wanna do

[Verse 1:]
Lot of money in the streets links
Am sailing in the street links
Hustling in the street link
I can’t wait to get them off the block
I can’t wait to get a better condo woman
I’m better off without you, I’m the presidential man
Am such a man
I could dust a man now like a dems
Man died on the flask, on the high, you don’t know how he die
And am about to ride her, f*ck the rhino
I’m about to take the crime
I can’t wait to get it
Have to, got to get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Hate to hate to do
Get a pound and break it down
Got the grill going for ten
It's the strongest sh*t around
I just bought a whole bag
Right before I hit the yoke
Then I sold a half a bag
And the cutie took my photo
I run through this sh*t like a free b*tch
On a project looking for some M pay
Then they come right back with their 4, 5
And I bail on that n*gga like MJ
Too dope, cool with a bad ass b*tch
She really mine, you can have that b*tch
Whole lot of money, I ain’t pay with cheque
No running after that, I ain’t studying that b*tch
Scream, pull up
Anybody got a problem, n*gga pull up
Walk to the club like, what?
Better not tell now, n*gga would of
Look bitty bit we made it
Even though they say we couldn’t
Now everyday we living
Ain’t sh*t no n*ggas go approve it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I just had to do it
They say we couldn’t do it always
So I just had to prove it
I just had to prove it
The only way u gonna win n*gga
Is if you ain’t afraid to loose it (hell no)
Hold on make me lose it
sh*t, my weed got good acoustics
And my shoes be all exclusives
Boy D.O.G no let downs bro
Bullsh*ts you must let that go
All that pride and all them rhymes
And when you come outside you won’t let that show
See a n*gga like me I gots to
Cause I feel like I speak for every real n*gga breathing
Hustle hard
Growing slow to ya’ll
Tragic boulevard
Any plus is better than the even
One
Oh god ya’ll n*ggas is believing
Hustle
n*gga out here spinning like a I’m teasing
Mark n*gga don't give reason
Every season is hustling season

[Chorus]

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