[Silkk the Shocker]   Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler   Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler   Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler   Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler   Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler   Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler      [Chorus]   What gangstas do for money   187, 211 I'm bout it bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever      [Silkk the Shocker]   I wants money the powers the shit nigga   I need dollar shit   Til I win the lotto bitch   My motto is to get rich   Hustler make things all right   Connected on our flight   You need da Gs and keys over in the car   Drove back all night   Won't do nuttin for some ass   While I will do anything for some cash   Fuck the police    now I from city fresh off a copper's ass   What you gon do when the bills don't come   And what you gon do when it's time ta lay it down   Dis nigga don't give a fuck bout nuttin but    Dollar dollar bills y'all   Da real y'all   I'm tryin ta get a mil y'all   I cost dese things dat I can afford dat I want   You calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheel   And, I'm up in the trunk   So don't get mad when you see me with a ski mask   I be blastin'   I'm gonna get the cash by any means   The stash   Plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat   You're gon be surprised when I'm over your eyes    when you see me on the creep      Chorus      [Abel]   Dem niggaz dat feel us   Be de killas and dealers   Witness my shit nigga    Strong arm for skrilla   Top yo mama for a dollar   Gangstas do what we gotta   Back da coke sell the powder   For the money and power   No Limit rider   Bitch don't make me sayin no lotta   If it's over my loot   I shoot and never miss   But's it's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits   Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip      [Kane]   Nigga down to do some work   Put in work make it hurt   Take my hollow chips   Wipe em wit my T-Shirt   Charge It 2 Da Game   Chasin fortune and fame   Never snitchin, ears itchin   Feds mention my name   Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da game   If it ain't about the paper we jus can't understand      [Abel]   If you ain't scared   Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger   We some seven figure military minded niggaz      Chorus      [Silkk the Shocker]   Show me money   I'm smooth I'm street smart   But I don't play by da rules, nigga move til we get caught   You know I'm bout my mail nigga can't you tell   P gon get me out of jail nigga he goin for da bail   But I'm a sleep in my cell til they call my name   And niggaz rappin to me all night 'cause of all this fame   Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me   He was hella tight   I'm told em someone get out they came for a light   They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck   But I'm bout ta bail ya out so y'all niggaz stay up escape   Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin man   Nigga just waitin for the champagne   And 'cause dat's me   (What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail)   I rather be sayin dumb shit den sit here   (What do you consider that)   Smokin green wit my niggaz and cleanin my strap      [Chorus till fade]