Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Godfather of Harlem
Godfather of Harlem
Performer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Performer
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Avery Chambliss
Avery Chambliss
Composer
Jason Terrance Phillips
Jason Terrance Phillips
Lyrics
Stuart Philips
Stuart Philips
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Avenue beatz
Avenue beatz
Producer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I get money, hustle, repeat I get money, hustle, repeat I get money, hustle, repeat I get money, hustle, repeat Fitting all is what the things won You gotta die to get your streams up Streets will fuck your dreams up I was ready for war, I got my cream up They couldn't do nothing with me, they had to team up Treat the shottie like Scottie, I had to beam up I've done a lot, and I've seen much Another year, that's a million clutch In extreme rush, in them foreigns or the mean trucks Fake tough guys, niggas really cream puffs I get you back dirty, wrinkle your jeans up When your life ain't right, it don't mean much You put the knife in right, you get a clean cut Yeah, hopefully, I hit the artery How it supposed to be and usually how it gotta be If you live to see 30, you hit the lottery And I don't need you to hit a button to follow me I get money, hustle, repeat I get money, hustle, repeat I get money, hustle, repeat I get money, hustle, repeat You gotta go through me in the city to get the stamp Reason niggas ain't really rappin' is 'cause they can't All they really doing is cappin' to all they friends These rappers too friendly, y'all niggas be holdin' hands Hidin' behind fashion, I'm hidin' behind passion If I hop out, I'm lettin' it fly and I'm not askin' You gon' have to grab my arm to stop blastin' You can line all of 'em up and I'll mash 'em Yeah, I was schooled by the greats And as high as gas is, I get fueled by the hate I'm the king of the jungle so I was cool with the apes No security, nigga, I got the tool on my waist And what they gon' give me if they catch me with this hammer NY, New York ready, y'all be sounding like Atlanta Grow somethin' up, or put somethin' in your Phantom I keep a killer with me, these niggas keep a camera I knock 'em off in the order that you give them to me You not ready, all callouts mandatory But I'm really 'bout a dollar B And I 'on't need you to hit a button to follow me I get money, hustle, repeat I get money, hustle, repeat I get money, hustle, repeat I get money, hustle, repeat
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Stuart Phillips, Avery Jerome William Chambliss, Jason Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out