Chipmunk (chip) - Hustle Gang lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah, hustle gang n***a G.D.O.D get dough or die You ain't got no money n***a, f** you [T.I.:] Let 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 Chips they 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'm a live like it's all bad They say it's all good Platinum dog tag Yellow gold rolley Yellow hoe 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 [Chipmunk:] I said rose's just a p**y f** her 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 got us strapped in gear Press prešs 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 the jack spot On the flat room Word to the union, everytime we're ruling 'em Real talk, even pump the pill that keeps a tool with them 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 rolley all yellow Just the same as my b**h North to the south I be in the mix My location on Twitter should be writing your checks It's bed time for your career p**y lay down Car full circle of buzz Cool I spray them rounds Yeah from LDN to the A town Time to make the whole world know my name now [Iggy Azalea:] Show all them rappers, rip the roof off this mother though Real b**h so I'm a k** all these p**y hoes Silly flow, I'm illy my charm hang Watch it titty boy I rocks these two chains You got me so inšane Double m arrange Leather seats is c**aine All them doors go bang You hoes is down to suffer Step up, get double trouble Sent here to f** the gang 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 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 representin xxl