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smoke dza - the hustle lyrics

[verse 1: smoke dza]
i break bank, seals, hundred dollar bills
i been getting to it all day i ain’t tryna chill
roll dank, still, quarter p a k!ll
independent hustler, let’s make a deal
pull rank still, you know how i feel
that’s super high without chasing a pill
n-ggas ain’t real, they ain’t in the field
if they get jammed they gon’ squeal
n0bu like wendy’s if i want a light meal
if i’m on the bill it’s a big fight filled
really they ain’t safe, for fronting they ain’t paying for nothing
man if only you could p-wn your ice grill
all my n-ggas get money its protocol
watch those before us ball
if i f-ck that package up they’d be more appalled
the game got me not feeling sh-t like toradol
gear up take it to all of y’all

[refrain: levygrey]
better get this money
cash out ring me up

[verse 2: smoke dza]
the director, a fly lecture
the bullsh-t side stepper, seen it coming like nah heffer
my gesture, bougie trifectas in tribeca, yes sir
time to rep a, iceberg big, you could spot him like leapord
effortlessly k!ll ’em my track record
blueprint to the cool sh-t i’m that n-gga, etcetera
cold game, serve like federer
wimbledon, winners win, above the head of a simpleton
pro n-gga, i ain’t doing beginner things
name ring, beijing to minesing

[chorus: levygrey]
better get this money
cash out, ring me up
ring me up, ring me up
gotta get this money
cash out, ring me up

[verse 3: bodega bamz]
no help needed but help wanted
behind closed doors i’m kept dormant
this game sour like a grapefruit
i treat women like liquor i won’t chase you
i keep it brief incase you was wondering
this piece, no puzzling, heat seek like summer in pheonix
i’m sonning ’em, dmc, like russ and ’em
pop cris’, no rushing ’em, show guns, no tucking ’em
d-mn boy we bad boy’s like puff and ’em
gl-ss jaws i’m snuffing ’em, g-ssed artists y’all pumping ’em
14 karat ropes, no jumping ’em
new cars i jump in ’em, old hoes i’m dumping ’em
whooo, wanna rump with him, not a soul
only popping on the ‘gram that is not a goal
i need hoes and a whole lotta o’s
whole lotta love bring a whole lotta foes

[outro: levygrey]
i tried to take this lighter and burn ya straight to the ground
i tried to take this fire, and burn it straight to the ground
straight to the ground
straight to the ground
straight to the ground
straight to the ground
yea, straight through the ground

- smoke dza lyrics

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