Hustle Gang - G.D.O.D (Feat. T.I., Yung Booke, Doe B, Big Kuntry) (Prod. By Chuck Diesel) | Текст песни

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• G.D.O.D (Feat. T.I., Yung Booke, Doe B, Big Kuntry) (Prod. By Chuck Diesel)

[Bridge]
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand, made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money short, back out still doe

[Hook]
I’m lookin good, I roll the block
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die
Say I ain’t getting it, who don' told the lie?
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe, get dough or die

[Verse 1]
Say girl stand, stakin cash I can't get enough
P.. hanging on my ass, I don’t give a fuck
You talkin paper, hit is up, we get them figures up
The order I’m payin for, I hit them niggas up
Triple OG, they consider
Slurp green like nigga you a sitting duck
I park a drive, you suck a dick then I’m still bonified
GDOD, you know me homie, know I’m gonna ride
My reputation all I got
Some say I’m snitchin', pussy nigga, who you talkin bout?
Fuck nigga, we can have a paper work party
But she ain’t got no patience, Shawty come and work for me

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I’m about that paper, I’mma get that til I die
I have no understanding you, we’ll see when we can lie
I’m ridin round solo with six heaters in my ride
They say we ain’t getting money, they don’t motherfuckin' lie
I’m like shittin rich, we getting cash by the pound
We ain’t countin that so we gonna be countin for a while
Cut through it when I shoot
Now they through it in the top
‘Cause everybody came through
Shawty take they ball

[Verse 3]
Get dough or die, they where you need it ho
Though how the streets talkin' you a dead man walkin'
And I just bought a Louie belt to hold that 40
If you play I'mma shoot yout to the death with that big ol 40
For real, I’m Gucci out no Jeter
Don’t talk about yo real, boy I’m walkin on your real
Any boogers in my ear cost me brick fair
All white BBS’s look like fish scale

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
I’m all about my paper, bustin for my cheddar
The reason why you broke ‘cause you don’t know no better
You not talkin' money I can’t see your visions
All I do is getting money, that my true religion
I will bust it down, pass when you were washin' dishes
You was workin for the man, now we’re still gettin' in it
We ain’t ghosts in the ghost, nothing is rented
I don’t even know the price, bitch I just spend it
You see them Forgiato bitch, I pull em on the curb
If she’s not a bad bitch she getting no swerve
Can’t even swing a rack, no sir
I’m a selling digit nigga, like a phone number

[Bridge]

[Hook]

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