Imma Hustla W.C. Remix (feat. Mistah Fab, Roccett, Crooked I & Goldie Gold)-Ca$his/Mistah F.A.B./Roccett/Crooked I

Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough Suffer then the regular hoe I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know And when you hit the ground I’ll know You ain’t got no paper left Better get your paper right I don’t go to sleep nigger I don’t even say good night Get it day and night I’m slinging like I’m weighing right? Stay and fight bust the douglas Slay a mic hustlers lovers Y’all crazy thinking that you can compare me To other suckers It’s all gravy motherf**kers Cause I smother f**kers Keep the language of the streets When I’m banging beats When Jeezy used to hang with Meech Rocking more shine Winning bankers winning rich They no stop like I’m getting close line Like I’m hanging sheets Slow the house Nickel Joey I ain’t hour How a crook get a symbol by the higher power The power in my coup, I’m the Eiffel Tower And my host has got more toasts Than a bridal shower Hear the pain in my voice When I hear the ray pitch I was born in a ditch But Imma die rich Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough Suffer then the regular hoe I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know And when you hit the ground I’ll know Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough Suffer then the regular hoe I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know And when you hit the ground I’ll know The repercussions for… Tie’em up, put them in the trunk Hit the speaker romping My speech is running Is cooking coke on the easy oven Don’t be easy Smoking all my w**d in public Had the two to f**k it Pulling up my… I ain’t talking luncheon When I say that all my dreams and… Your life is like an after party See niggers running You n****r ain’t retaliate for nothing You know that hard talk was just bluffing And you niggers is not trusting Money Imma touch it ball over Niggers live of it But Imma dust from it Let you finding the pussy I ain’t worried bout nothing I keep my grill up on my stomach Noen of you P***y niggers want it come on Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough Suffer then the regular hoe I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know And when you hit the ground I’ll know Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough Suffer then the regular hoe I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know And when you hit the ground I’ll know If you chipping eyes to ties It’ll be the cause of your demise I bring the…to your corpses See the storm that’s in my eyes And from the eyes of the echelon Use to hack it low So wretched for… Hustle with the mind is divine Is a form of script Put the formula on formula And agonizing the souls I can masturbate When money in the jack it lay low These will multiply my equity The industry just diving me I swear to soul I use this remedy Rich in my faith I get rich in my Gilligan The problem isn’t real I’m an issue Miss America I’ve been raised to be a warrior A form of notorious Down with the snitch No rails in your posters My own CD for the soldiers Imma hustler, I’ve been selling name for a hoe He’s a buster, siding with the Jakes and I know I don’t trust ya, I’m riding with the fire that grow If it’s hot enough to burn and inspire your soul Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough Suffer then the regular hoe I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know And when you hit the ground I’ll know