Problem - Nike lyrics

[Chorus:] Throw a hundred n***a, get them back Flew the whole n***a, get them back Had to, had to do I don't wanna go It's a lot of money I just wanna get Lot of money, I just got to get it It's a lot of hoes I ain't f** yet I can't wait to hit it Had to wanna do [x2] Had to, had to do [x2] It's a lot of money in the streets I ain't got yet Lot of b**hes in the street I ain't f** yet Had to wanna do Had to, had to do Had to wanna do Had to, had to do It's a lot of money in the streets I ain't got yet Lot of b**hes in the street I ain't f** yet Had to wanna do [Verse 1:] Lot of money in the streets links Am sailing in the street links Hustling in the street link I can't wait to get them off the block I can't wait to get a better condo woman I'm better off without you, I'm the presidential man Am such a man I could dust a man now like a dems Man died on the flask, on the high, you don't know how he die And am about to ride her, f** the rhino I'm about to take the crime I can't wait to get it Have to, got to get it [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Hate to hate to do Get a pound and break it down Got the grill going for ten It's the strongest sh** around I just bought a whole bag Right before I hit the yoke Then I sold a half a bag And the cutie took my photo I run through this sh** like a free b**h On a project looking for some M pay Then they come right back with their 4, 5 And I bail on that n***a like MJ Too dope, cool with a bad a** b**h She really mine, you can have that b**h Whole lot of money, I ain't pay with cheque No running after that, I ain't studying that b**h Scream, pull up Anybody got a problem, n***a pull up Walk to the club like, what? Better not tell now, n***a would of Look bitty bit we made it Even though they say we couldn't Now everyday we living Ain't sh** no n***as go approve it [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I just had to do it They say we couldn't do it always So I just had to prove it I just had to prove it The only way u gonna win n***a Is if you ain't afraid to loose it (hell no) Hold on make me lose it sh**, my weed got good acoustics And my shoes be all exclusives Boy D.O.G no let downs bro Bullsh**s you must let that go All that pride and all them rhymes And when you come outside you won't let that show See a n***a like me I gots to Cause I feel like I speak for every real n***a breathing Hustle hard Growing slow to ya'll Tragic boulevard Any plus is better than the even One Oh God ya'll n***as is believing Hustle n***a out here spinning like a I'm teasing Mark n***a don't give reason Every season is hustling season [Chorus]