Lyrics
Yuh, yuh should I go for it?
This is for the motherfucking hustlers
This is for my dogs who get it out the mud
And ends meet is the outcome
And the outcome is the motherfucking income and then some
This is for my dogs who make something shake, shake
No matter what we still gonna get paid, get bread, get cheese,
Go get your green,
For your ends meat
Best believe we gon' eat
I'm about my paper and my green
Give a fuck about a hater who switched teams
Catch me in the theater, or on the screen
I'ma fucking shine every time I'm on the scene
Cause I gotta get it by any means
This for my dogs who work them 9-5's and chase their dreams
And they may try to talk down, but they already underneath
And I bet I make them shake by the souls of they feet.
Bitch shout out them drug dealers, them scammers, shout out them pole dancers
Bitch I'm coming to you out of New Orleans, Louisiana
and this ain't 'Wonder Boy' it's a new chapter
If the money run away, I bet I get up go after
And my flow so nasty, can't compare they contrast me
Bitch you always see me rolling like Aubrey on Degrassi
And they can't get near me, let alone get past me
And I don't do the chatting my niggas'll get to snapping
This is for the motherfucking hustlers
This is for my dogs who get it out the mud
And ends meet is the outcome
And the outcome is the motherfucking income and then some
This is for my dogs who make something shake, shake
No matter what we still gonna get paid, get bread, et cheese,
go get your green,
for your ends meat
Best believe we gon' eat
Rule # 1 if they print it, I'ma go get it
Rule # 2 you stash it and then you flip it
Rule #3 you grab it and then go missing
Rule # 4 live lavish with higher ceilings
Rule # 5 don't forget about the village
Rule # 6 Spend that money, don't be stingy
Rule # 7 you and the gang, y'all go get millions
Rule # 8 I promise these niggas gonna feel it
I'm just trying to give you niggas the game
Really show a pussy nigga how to make it fucking rain
Get to a milly just like Lil Wayne
So get it off the muscle: no pain, no gain
It's all in the air like a fucking airplane
See, I'm a educator cause I spit cocaine
And if you don't maintain, nigga you the one to blame,
But don't be shamed, get up and go get it again!
This is for the motherfucking hustlers
This is for my dogs who get it out the mud
And ends meet is the outcome
And the outcome is the motherfucking income and then some
This is for my dogs who make something shake, shake
No matter what we still gonna get paid, get bread, get cheese,
go get your green,
for your ends meat
Best believe we gon' eat