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Sauce Money - For My Hustlaz lyrics
[Intro] It don't get no betta than this (uh-uh) Uh, uh, uh, uh B-K muthafucka [Verse 1] It's a shame but, alot been change since we came up I used ta run wit them, now I got my guns for them Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em Sauce Money show niggaz no love when I come for them They thought they left a real nigga on his ass black And that my numbers wouldn't rise like Nasdaq And gotta re-half that, just pass that We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack You can ball ova here, I play pass that Exotic cats love ta talk peace when you blast back No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck wit 'em I'ma shit everytime that I hear ??? And make ya real ugly like bitter beer face Sendin' fake thugs back ta the essence Since my Rolex was a gift, there's no betta time than the present [Chorus] This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) [Verse 2] I dedicate this ta cats want they cheddar ta rise Fifty grand too much, O.K. Seventy-Five Sauce Money kinda cat you could never despise Hit the streets lookin' like you a betta disquise Get a grip, I'm the preacher, you dance wit the devil Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' ta see it You can |
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