Texty: Plies. Other. Put It On Ya.

(feat. Chris J.)

[Verse:]
I'm not your ordinary gangster I'm the
Main kill I can hustle a couple grand
Without making a deal showing these
Rappers what's real and what's not real
I'm not talking about Bathing ape I dress to
Impress because that's how I feel and
If I die I'm gone and I'm dead and you haters
Saying she not hood well I am because
That's the way I live telling me she a shawty
And she only 17 years old what are ya saying girls
Can't be rappers well you ain't know cause
I've been a lyricist since 12 years old
Been tryna catch a producer since 2004
Need a couple G's so I can bounce back with
More I keep making these checks because
That's how my life goes

[Chorus:]
The more work you do the more
Money you have the more music
You do the more money you get
The more albums you sell the more
Money you got the more freestyles
You drop the more bottles you

Pop, pop, pop, pop

[Verse:]
And why are all these rapper's tryna
Steal other rappers swag tryna be another
Weezy, with that brown paper bag and
Just to let ya'll suckers know yes I'm a
TomBoy and yes I do sag, I tell the truth
Then these other pop rappers talkin about
Money that they never had or at least make
They should at least hustle a bit for the
Hood's sake pop a clip (No) that's just gonna
Start trouble just hustle and I garentee
Ya'll make double and when I was younger
These teens' tryna put me in a presetion
And I feel like I'm trapped in a bubble well
Now look at me oh ya'll laughing but nothing
Funny I'm just brought up in the game homie
And I'm gonna get more money

[Chorus:]
The more work you do the more
Money you have the more music
You do the more money you get
The more albums you sell the more
Money you got the more freestyles
You drop the more bottles you

Pop, pop, pop, pop

[Verse:]
Now that I'm finally famous I done
Ran up and then changed the game tell
Any Cashier I want the dollar's so just
Keep the change I've been a gold digger
In my days cause I had nothing but money
All up on my brain since I'm rich I'm no
Gold digger but the rest in me ain't gone
Change hip-hop or no hip-hop Tupac
Still lives today and if you trippin I don't
Care homie because that's how Eminem
Manged to meet Dr. Dre and see I'm young
(Yeah) but I'm not too young to hate
Like Hi Hater by Manio I'm a blow this money
Like a birthday cake keep a chain on me
Like LL Cool J and it ain't fake and they all
Telling me she a shawty and she only 17 years
Old what are ya saying girls can't be rappers well
You ain't know cause I've been a lyricist
Since 12 years old been tryna catch a producer
Since 2004 need a couple G's so I can bounce
Back with more I keep making these checks
Because that's how my life goes

[Chorus:]
The more work you do the more
Money you have the more music
You do the more money you get
The more albums you sell the more
Money you got the more freestyles
You drop the more bottles you

Pop, pop, pop, pop

The more work you do the more
Money you have the more music
You do the more money you get
The more albums you sell the more
Money you got the more freestyles
You drop the more bottles you

Pop, pop, pop, pop

[Talking:]
Ha Ha yo, if you struggle two jobs
Three jobs or more if you hustle and on
Your grind... Forget it just believe
And ya can make it this song right here
Is for all them hustlers in the game Cassidy,
Lil Wayne, 50, whatever whoever
Is not in the game but tryin' just try and
Ya'll get more money