Letras
Baby I been trappin all night and I ain't comin inside
Til my money get right, catchin plays til I'm tired
I been on a paper trail, if you lookin for me
I be in the trenches with a scale, catchin sales
Baby I been hustlin all day with my toolie outside
And I can't marry no bitch, I made that money my bride
Fuck you good but can't love ya
Cause I'm committed to this paper, I'm a hustler
Ballin til the death of I
Standin on these niggas neck, I'm cuttin off they air supply
Got too many hundreds, got the fifties gettin jealous now
Trap phone jumpin, stove runnin, got a pot like on every eye
Niggas talkin smoke til we air em out
Pull up like delivery and take em out like carry out
And they might just have to hate forever, I might never die
Yeah, Big Blow cop ten of them thangs, plug threw me six more
They say Rublo lost it all, now he winnin again
God forgive me cause I'm sinnin again
Swear to God that I was done with that bitch but I done hit it again
Lot of sharks in this water but I'm swimmin with Slim and Birdman
Cash Money, it's a army
Niggas hatin hard, man this shit gettin annoyin
If they change they attitude then I might employ em
Front that boy some work and if he run off he's a goner
Blow
Baby I been trappin all night and I ain't comin inside
Til my money get right, catchin plays til I'm tired
I been on a paper trail, if you lookin for me
I be in the trenches with a scale, catchin sales
Baby I been hustlin all day with my toolie outside
And I can't marry no bitch, I made that money my bride
Fuck you good but can't love ya
Cause I'm committed to this paper, I'm a hustler
It go, Rublo Escobar, Big Rublo the don
Got the work inside a Louis Vuitton
With like two or three broads, I came up off of movin that raw
A made man mean I do what I want
We got everything from pounds to 8-balls
Shop always open, no days off
Can call me anytime, I'm like Jay from State Farm