Trae Tha Truth - Err-Body lyrics

[Hook: T.I.] Boss sh**,f** what any b**h say about it Win or Lose I'm a motherf**ing player bout it Call Me better motherf**ing pray about it Money over b**hes, hustle gang over everybody Everybody, Everybody, not Everybody, Everybody Money over b**hes, hustle gang over everybody Do you mean Everybody, Everybody, not Everybody, Everybody Money over b**hes, hustle gang over everybody [Verse 1] [T.I.] All these wheels that I've been in, and all these b**hes I know y'all If n***as really bout getting that check, how come nobody don't know y'all This hustle gang we on go y'all, nothing but bully we throw y'all Don't ask me nothing about yung L.A.,I don't know that n***a that dro dog [Young Dro] Ok ok 30" b**h I sit over everybody 12 gauge bluka, bluka, bluk, blast everybody As far as talent go, T.i.p don't get mad when I find it IF you ain't like that p**y n***a, why the****you sign him? [T.I.] Only signed that n***a cause he had that song Thought he was that n***a but I had that wrong Had I known what I know, I'd a left that alone We ain't been****sense, that's my two cents Young gang of n***as that don't like me shawty Gotta problem then come fight me shawty You're to broke to green light me shawty Got a bunch of paid n***as just like me shawty [Young Dro] We hold it down raw****my appearance is real That****you talking is cheaper than the clearance for real Shoot a n***a, blood start hemorrhaging ill I been bossing up since we was trapping out of Riverdale [Hook] [Verse 2] [Trae Tha Truth] Hustle Gang Street kings, attitude like****you Nature of an a**hole, better let me the****through They put me in position with choppers, so I'm on defense I'm kobe when I shoot, never post I (thrrr) in sequence Black on black like the sun gone, I bet you got this one wrong How the****you go to war with handguns, my n***as march with they drums on Hustle gang i g.d.o.d, still in this b**h like b.o.b Ask T.i.P I'm go like mike, I take flight off t.o.p I get money, yea, get money, y'all rubberband and I sit money You trap stash and I fit money can't none of these hoes get****from me I do me, get mine, in this Maybach where I sit fine Ain't no stress I'm bossed up on this block collecting like rent time [Hook] [Verse 3: Chip] I use to throw my coins away, bought pennies made pounds Pennies for my force, and p**y every penny counts And everywhere we go, these people wanna know They wrecking, they turning up, carry on till your speaker blows Cause time's money, money's time n***a It's g.d.o.d, I'm still alive n***a I rep my city, yea I put on for my cut All I do is murder verse, now who wants to die first It's hustle gang my n***a, I'm putting on for my team Spazzing on that trigger, but I'm shooting after my dream Been a problem since I stepped in,****it I'm fresher than a freshmen Step in the booth and I'll burn the mic, like check one, two, testing [Hook] [Verse 4: B.o.B] Hustle gang over everybody in here If I'm in building alone then it's a hundred million in here From another planet motherf**er I been sent here My dick so long I'll go back time and****yo b**h for ten years I'm this real, I'm this real, I'm colder than windshield I walk through the front door like what's up the pimp's here Life in the fast lane, I wake up in sixth gear I wake up in vegas like b**h why you still here That's just how I go about it, B.o.B best know about it n***a I be everywhere, if I'm on a plane I know the pilot All them haters talking sh**, nowadays they show is quiet Tell me why you front row, with your main b**h she so excited, so excited [Hook] [Verse 5: Shad da God] We ain't got no conscious, we don't show no pity Turn up in yo town, put this up in yo city Dirty a** bank roll, no this ain't no diddy Posted in the trap, pull up get a 50 sh**ting on these n***as, safe to say A.P. sh**ty Ain't nothing lil bitty, Big a** in my gla** drop And this****on 50, Careful what you ask for Grind for every thing, so we ain't never had to beg for Bad red b**h, you know I f**s until her legs sore When I'm in her spot, you know that 45 on the dresser Whole click sold blumma, don't get in****you can't handle Straight pulling up in them toys, but we don't play around Southside Atlanta Hustle Gang over everybody [Hook]