Birdman, Lil Wayne, Allstar Cashville Prince - No More Lyrics

Yeah, hustler music

I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right now
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right, yeah

The pot's hot as the rock expands
It's the paper chasin' man on the clock like hands
Grindin' like teeth get money like Heath-
Cliff Huxtable, keep it comin' like Keith
Gotta make it last forever, for worse or for better
Gotta make it past the devil, so guns, I got several
And everybody plays the fool, says Aaron Neville
But I just play to win, holler back like heavy metal
Smellin' like pedals from a rose, so they hoes
My bread's buildin', bagels and legos
When I rose, they froze
Trust me for them pesos I'm an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case closed
Brown bag, bitch

I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right now
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right

See, I'm the new investment, ain't no turnin' me back
Had them rubber band stacks in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back, sike, I love the life
Standin' under the street lights, tryin' to get off that white
At a reasonable price? Nah, I ain't tryin' to bargain with you
Them niggas hatin'? Well, I guess they gonna be starvin' with you
I got two jobs, I sell and I cop shit
Like Father Like Son, well, I was adopted
I told the Birdman, "Stunna, give me a chance"
But I don't even wanna tell you what I did with my advance
'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my fam
Took that lil' shit and copped three-thousand-twenty-four grams
Man, guess it is what it is, it was what it was
'Fore the rap game, I was sellin' drugs
And either way, I'm six figures before my first record
All-star, y'all gon' respect my my work ethic (I'm a hustla)

I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right now
I got this brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more (yeah, we're settin' you up, nigga)
I got my mind right, money right, yeah (Uptown, yaeh)

From an eighth to a quarter, from a half to a brick
From an O to the O-Zs, they say I'm hood rich
And murder was the case, got me emptyin' out a clip
Stunna island, Birdman, nigga, right back in this bitch
Third Ward, throw the U up, I'm rollin' in the whip
With this money on my mind, got a hustle and a lick
Them high-rise buildings, me and young'n on some shit
Breakin' bread, choppin' millions, 'cause a bitch ain't shit
Told as a young'n how to roll with that chopper
If money on your block, for the money, I'll pop 'em
Nigga wanna hate but they money went and stopped 'em
From ridin' fly whips, now they hoes out joggin'
We stuntin' while y'all hatin', nigga
Stunna is what made you, nigga
I hear you poppin' shit, but the Birdman raised you, bitch
Birdman got an army, Birdman got a navy
And Cash Money can't save you

I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right now
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more (yeah, nigga)
But I would never say that no more (and I can smoke to that)
I got my mind right, money right, yeah (you heard that, homeboy)

Like Father Like Son, nigga
And we on the money train, believe that (money, money, money train)
New Orleans, all day, daddy (yeah)
From the block to the top, nigga (that's how we get it)
That's how we get it (that's how we get it)
From the kitchen to the rocks