Chip - Hustle Gang Lyrics
Intro:Yeah, hustle gang niggaG.D.O.D get dough or dieYou ain't got no money nigga, ***** youT.ILet's go, hustle gangPlay no f*cking gamesT.I.P.K.I.N.G you know my f*cking name, hahaHaters drop salt when they see the kingChips said come to london they know how to treat a kingOn highways whippin bentleys to the left sideOn the eastern hemisphere hollarin west sideAll we do is lay low and get highPray to the most high, live never let dieI swear I'm super cool, still will set fireTo a nigga then I up and go hop on a red eyeTill I'm dead I'mma live like its all badThey say it's all goodPlatinum dog tagYellow gold rollyYellow ho know meIn beverly hills gettin me and ballin like Kobe, Swish!Do my dirt all by my lonely get no codyShot 'em dead, my ***** went and took the charge for meIn the phantom tell B.O.B hit the garage for meG.D.O.D Get dough or die answer to God onlyChip:The world’s just a ********** it i’ll go inYou can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a kingRoyalty, hustle gang keep the crown with usThe only queens around here are the girls *****ing usAnd the haters get skipped,Double dutch, TIP’s got a strap in gearPress press double clutchPlay with the bread, meet a toasterNeed a ghost before I'm ghostWord to the holy ghostYeah, I put my city on the mapEverybody’s on it, Jack’s part of the flagWord to the union, everytime we're ruling 'emReal talk, even Bob the Builder keeps a tool with himHeaven sent me go to hell moneyRolling in the deep still, I need that Adele moneyWent to the grammies I need six to keep my rolly all yellowJust the same as my *****North to the south I be in the mixMy location on Twitter should be right in your chickIt's bed time for your career***** lay downGot a full circle of barsCall that spraying roundsYeah from LDN to the A townTime to make the whole world know my name nowIggy azalea:Show all them rappers, rip the roof off this mother thoughReal ***** so I'mma kill all these ***** hoesSilly flow, I'm illy my charm hangWatch it titty boyI rocks these two chainsYou got me so inšaneDouble m arrangeLeather seats is cocaineAll them doors, CobainYou hoes is down to sufferStep up, get double troubleSent here to ***** the gameHold up ***** shovel rubbersDown the tuddlePrincess cuddleRocks like burning rubberThey blind just standBut listen milf I am a mother *****erHustle gang you got it bad and I don't mean no usherMy hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me pushaYour malice, way past average, a bad *****Your man texts us like dallasBe mad at him, I'm amazingYou were simply just an antonymG.D.O.D ***** it is more than just an acronymIggyYou know what it is my niggaGdod get dough or die my niggaHustle gang PartnaThis the king representing one time PartnaT.I.P.K.I.N.G period PartnaI know, yeahMy ***** iggy in this mother*****er representin xxl
