(feat. Goldtoes)



[Chorus: Goldtoes]

I'm a playa

I'm a hustler

I'm a gangsta making paper

I'm a rider

I'm a hustler

I'm a playa making paper

I'm a gangsta

I'm a hustler

I'm a playa making paper

I'm a rider

I'm a gangsta

I'm a playa making paper



[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano]

I've been hustling all week, now I'm ready to spend

I walk up in the club about 12 AM

Bitches everywhere, sayin' "There Lucky go"

I'm a big time player, never loving no hoe

Slab in the front, and we ballin' inside

Ballers watch me and my dog pop bottles all night

Y'all get out of line, and I'm pullin' out a nine

They love to see me broke ass stop without my sign

But I'm cold in the game, and you know I'm a star

Doin' the hoes in the frame with ya photo car

If you looking too hard, what you talking to me for?

Boy, I'm 'bout to bread with the money, nothing more

I leave her out the club with the baddest bitches in this

Sqaures fall, black live, burn off my 20 inches

I roll a 'shroom and the chrome pistola

Young Houston, you gone off the damn doja



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[Verse 2: Goldtoes]

It's the Goldtoes

Kickin' down doors

In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O

Man, that's fa' sho

I'm from the 'Sco

Where they get they pimp on

And blowing the hydro

I pull over here in H-Town because of Lucky

In the club, every night

Poppin' bottles of the bubbly

What I'm saying is for certain

All night pervin'

My name is Goldtoes, and the money's what I'm earnin'



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[Verse 3: Lucky Luciano]

Yeah, I got a gun

But that ain't really nothin'

With my partner Goldtoes, might stab you in the club

I'm a big bank flipper

Hustle from a nigga

Hand-cuffed ya bitch when a boss playa enter

Lined to get ya, that bitch is on zipper

Have her ass on the track and high heels off the pizzle

Aw, need a mob figure, got richer

I'm foretellin' y'all how I live my life, nigga

I put it down for the players and the hustlers

Broke boys hate me cause I stay away from busters

But I stay throwed til the day that I die

Do it big, spend money, drive drank and get high

Pass by somethin' new with a piston on the floor

Beans, steak and shrimp with my bitches on the poles

Man, it ain't nothin' to a boss named Lucky

Everyday, all day, I'm on a grind to make money



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