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Kevin Deshon Whitfield
Kevin Deshon Whitfield
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Mike McGill
Mike McGill
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Yeah, uh-huh Woo Bottle after bottle Keep that Rosé comin' Headed straight to VIP We got a pocket full of money All my niggas ballin' Bring a palette of them ones We ain't worried 'bout the paper We just tryna have some fun Man we hustler, hustlers Out here serving customers Came from having nothing So I had to get my money up We hustlers, hustlers Steady getting money bruh If you ain't talking paper Then you shouldn't be approachin' us We hustlers, hustlers Out here serving customers Came from having nothing So I had to get my money up We hustlers, hustlers Been getting this money bruh If you ain't talking paper Then you shouldn't be approachin' us Pull up to the club And that bitch off the chain Approach the door And everybody know a nigga name Came up from pushing packs To moving hella weight Now I got so many friends These niggas hella fake These bitches with me Looking like they work a centerfold They twerkin' on each other I think I'm 'bout to hit 'em both We ain't got to get a room I hit 'em in the Ghost You got a pocket full of money Let me see you toast Bottle after bottle Keep that Rosé comin' Headed straight to VIP We got a pocket full of money All my niggas ballin' Bring a palette of them ones We ain't worried 'bout the paper We just tryna have some fun Man we hustler, hustlers Out here serving customers Came from having nothing So I had to get my money up We hustlers, hustlers Steady getting money bruh If you ain't talking paper Then you shouldn't be approachin' us We hustlers Roll a .35 of cookie Time to spark it up All my hooligans in here We 'bout to act a nut Shorty all up on the ropes Tryna back it up While her baby daddy looking Like he mad as fuck Don't be mad at me Because yo' bitch is choosing us I'll send her back to you When I'm through with her Like cell phone minutes How I use it up Shit I'm a hooligan You know that I don't give a fuck Hustlers, hustlers All up in my section If you ain't tryna get a bag You need to find a exit Everywhere I go You know my presence is a present I ain't on my Biden shit But I just copped a presi On my over eating shit How my pockets heavy Why you drinkin' up the liquor Looking hella petty I'll make it rain a bag In this bitch nigga Fuck a hating ass bitch And a bitch nigga Bottle after bottle Keep that Rosé comin' Headed straight to VIP We got a pocket full of money All my niggas ballin' Bring a palette of them ones We ain't worried 'bout the paper We just tryna have some fun Man we hustler, hustlers Out here serving customers Came from having nothing So I had to get my money up We hustlers, hustlers Steady getting money bruh If you ain't talking paper Then you shouldn't be approachin' us We hustlers, hustlers Out here serving customers Came from having nothing So I had to get my money up We hustlers, hustlers Been getting this money bruh If you ain't talking paper Then you shouldn't be approachin' us Approachin' us You ain't talking 'bout money Then you shouldn't be approachin' us Approachin' us You ain't talking 'bout the paper Then you shouldn't be approachin' us Approachin' us You ain't talking 'bout no money Then you shouldn't be approachin' us
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