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(Don't wanna be stumblin baby) [Intro/Chorus:] This is for them hustlers scufflin for them ends tryin ta get a mill, (fancy cars) and a house on the hill [repeat] [Verse 1:] I dwells in the city, a bank is where ya bound to suffer Lifestyle filled with hoodsters, players and hustlers Busters wanna shut me down, I suppose cos I'm makin cash flow as my ghetto life dispose I gets my hustle on from dust to dawn, Perignon (Damn, how my life transformed like Voltron!) Chargin like Natron by any means These collard greens is goin quicker than the forests are evergreen Now one-time tryin ta shut me down cos I'm on a mission makin ends in my Benz bendin corners Fools be Coupe deVille yet still I stay real wit mine If the 10 reaches dome, so long! So catch me next time So, wordly rhymes they been kind to me Hoes lie to me, make me try to be what they not, see I'm gonna call you Wimpy (Can I please bawl, word?) SongtexteA dollar a day and ya gladly pay me back tomorrow Hell no! I feel no sorrow, I scuffle to get this mill I've excelled, grab a grip, need no chip for this packed 10 [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Triple beam, 30 schemes and crack fiends got me to the point where I can make my 6-4 lean Hard times got me bussin cheques that ain't mine I got good credit but like I said it ain't mine I'm stressed out and I need paper therapy I'm sick and tired of family and friends takin care of me I'm on a one-way ticket to lavish homes and cars Do anything to make a mill and be a ghetto star Well what'd make you laugh or make you cry? Where things that come faster live it last and the weak'll surely die Multiply life times death, what's left? A big house on the hill and I can feel this best quest As Uncle Sam ain't the man he supposed to be we out here gettin lynched while most niggas baggin groceries Most of these wannabe's get they meal ticket Claimin they from hoods it's still too good but they don't still kick it [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Livin the lifestyles of the po' and lonely only takes my mind to mould to make a grip of money Funny how time flies when you ain't broke Gotta gets me a mill cos I feel I can't cope, though I'm down and out in the S-C, less C Gimme a biz and then get rid of Betsy I know the whole world on first name basis But still I get ignored by friends in high places The chase is on, I gots ta get paid I'm special like ed. so you can say I got it made My flows got it buggin, don't mess with my Clicc man Snap lyrics like a picture, make em say Dougie's a sick man Hustle every day that's the way that I was brought up Gotta make more chips than Ruffles, scuffle, sneaky plan thought up Caught up wit Tone Def, not Fargo, or will I wells Landcruiser, swimmin pools and watchin my pockets swell Dosha all the time, all about that money money moneyyyyyy!!! Wit a top-notch crew now all my jokes is funny Aus Songtexte Mania