featuring E 40
Yeah uh mm give it to me
Mmmmm yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm no no no no
Seems like every night right before I go to sleep
I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me
I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody
The slightest little thing would make me mad
Especially if it involved my money
And I can't tell you 'bout the next man
But I love pullin' up in big sedans
Wit all my niggas in a caravan
Holla if ya hear me
Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down
And take you back again
But that would take too much time
And I gotta hit the streets again
1 - And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin'
Gotta get that money, make that money
Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin'
Somebody come help me
Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind?
Must be buggin'
I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me
If they tapped my line
Don't mean nothin'
I'll still be hustlin'
Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind
Niggas can hate if they want to
And I'm still gon' get mine
Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs
And I won't be seen at none of the clubs
And uh, all your women would know who I was
(And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like
If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla
Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be no killin'
I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly
And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie
