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Get your mother fucking paper up
And quit hating on otha niggers, man!
Y'all niggers is crazy out here, man!
Why you niggers be out here with that bullshit?
You already know I’m gonna be at,
The mother fucking bank!

Chorus: (x2)
Real hustlers don’t sleep, we takin naps
Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bought up like..
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase
And you haters getting lapped

Hood Nigga But A Good Dude
Good Nigga But A Hood Dude
Chik You Dont Know What i Been Through
So You Don’t Know What I Could Do
They’re hating on me, they talk down
They talk threats that’s good news!
Orange Yellow Raf Zimons Them Rick Owens is good shoes
Getting paid, I’m in the good mood
Old school, Slabs In It
Real 24 Karats In It , Courtesy Of My Black Dentist
Trill bitch, Ad libing , that’s what I call eloquence!
I’m Gettin Brain She sucking dick
Thats what I call intelligence
Tell a fella, Tell a Gent,
tell a friend, Then Tell a Friend
All I fuck is lesbians Fuck Her Till She Celibate
White Bitches Love Taylor Swift ,
Tell a bitch I’m hella Swift
Hustling every day With My Twin and Juicy J!

Chorus: (x2)
Real hustlers don’t sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like..
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase
And you haters getting lapped

Hi guys, what’s up bitch
My name is Purrp
I’m fucking your bitch, and I made her Squirt
I’m going to be rich, as I put in work
She’s all on my dick, as I make her Squirt
Yo Moind will get hurt,
My lyrics murda, niggas wit triggers, and find them in dirt!
Man, I like to flirt, Im all in her skirts
I smash it, and pass it, and watch that bitch twerk
One day, one day, you know I’m going to become a
God of the fucking country
Do What you want to
See Gunplay

Chorus: (x2)
Real hustlers don’t sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like..
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase
And you haters getting lapped

You’re not getting money, man
You’re already tired
..in my private jet, bitch I’m getting fly
Juicy J the boss, ain’t no way I’m getting fired
I’m on too much shit to name ain’t no way I’m getting high
Let’s go!
I’ve been chasing money, since a young ni**a from Memphis
I see dead presidents, I think I got six senses.
Yeah, we’re on the money trend, you just write the vengeance
On the purple and the yellow, call it Barney and the Simpsons.
Out in Taiwan smoking ching chang chong roll it in a cigarillo, chief it in a bong.
Ask me what I’m doing, getting high and count money (KA CHING)
And I’m counting all day cause the money keep coming!

Chorus: (x2)
Real hustlers don’t sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like..
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase
And you haters getting lapped


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