[Intro: T.I.]
Yeah, hustle gang n***a
G.D.O.D get dough or die
You ain't got no money n***a, f** you
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Let's go, Hustle Gang, play no f**ing games
T.I.P K.I.N.G you know my f**ing name, haha
Haters drop salt when they see the king
Chip said come to London they know how to treat a king
On highways whippin bentleys to the left side
On the eastern hemisphere hollarin west side
All we do is lay low and get high
Pray to the most high, live never let die
I swear I'm super cool, still will set fire
To a n***a then I up and go hop on a red eye
Till I'm dead I'mma live like its all bad
They say it's all good, platinum dog tag
Yellow gold rolly, yellow ho know me
In beverly hills gettin me and ballin like Kobe, Swish!
Do my dirt all by my lonely get no cody
Shot 'em dead, my b**h went and took the charge for me
In the phantom tell B.O.B hit the garage for me
G.D.O.D Get dough or die answer to God only
[Verse 2: Chip]
The world's just a p**y, f** it I'll go in
You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a king
Royalty, hustle gang keep the crown with us
The only queens around here are the girls f**ing us
And the haters get skipped,
Double dutch, TIP's got a strap in gear
Press press double clutch
Play with the bread, meet a toaster
Need a ghost before I'm ghost
Word to the holy ghost
Yeah, I put my city on the map
Everybody's on it, Jack's part of the flag
Word to the union, everytime we're ruling 'em
Real talk, even Bob the Builder keeps a tool with him
Heaven sent me go to hell money
Rolling in the deep still, I need that Adele money
Went to the grammies I need six to keep my rolly all yellow
Just the same as my b**h
North to the south I be in the mix
My location on Twitter should be right in your chick
It's bed time for your career
p**y lay down
Got a full circle of bars
Call that spraying rounds
Yeah from LDN to the A town
Time to make the whole world know my name now
[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]
Show all them rappers, rip the roof off this mother though
Real b**h so I'mma k** all these p**y hoes
Silly flow, I'm illy my charm hang
Watch it Tity Boi
I rocks these two chains
You got me so inšane
Double M arrange
Leather seats is c**aine
All them doors, Cobain
You hoes is down to suffer
Step up, get double trouble
Sent here to f** the game
Hold up b**h shovel rubbers
Down the tuddle, princess cuddle
Rocks like burning rubber
They blind just stand
But listen MILF I am a mother f**er
Hustle gang you got it bad and I don't mean no Usher
My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me Pusha
Your malice, way past average, a bad b**h
Your man texts us like dallas
Be mad at him, I'm amazing
You were simply just an antonym
G.D.O.D b**h it is more than just an acronym
Iggy
[Outro: T.I.]
You know what it is my n***a
GDOD get dough or die my n***a
Hustle gang Partna
This the king representing one time Partna
T.I.P.K.I.N.G period Partna
I know, yeah
My b**h Iggy in this motherf**er representing XXL