Lil' Flip

Lil' Flip - Hustle For The Same Thing lyrics

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(feat. Fingazz)



[Lil' Flip:]

Hey

Put the beat up a little bit

Yeah

I like it right there

That's perfect

Matter fact, this track is perfect

We talking about gettin' this money

No matter where you from

Europe, France, Switzerland

Amsterdam, Houston, Cali, get money



[Chorus: Fingazz]

It don't matter where you from (We stay on the grind)

We do what we gotta do (Got money on the mind)

In my hood

In y'all hood

We gotta hustle for the same thing

We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right

We gotta get it, gotta get that money

We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right

We gotta get it, gotta get that money



[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]

We grind for the same thang

I got a few partners on the chain gang

And ain't never comin' home, you know

When you locked up

Your woman gone

You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no cash)

You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no ass)

I'm addicted to cash, I'm allergic to haters

Blunts make my throat burn (Nigga, roll up a paper)

Flossy in Vegas, then I light optimos

All this ice, got me with a flock of hoes

In H-Town

Niggas get paid for real

Fuck what you heard

We chop on blades, for real

Pimp C back home, gettin' his money on

Like Puffy Combs, the nigga got his own calogne

And two big homes, plus I got exotic cars

It feel good to be a ghetto star (I wouldn't trade it)



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E]

It's a struggle that we live for

Stayin' alive

While Bush startin' more wars

Out grindin'

Money is a object

Gas prices going up, and how we s'pposed to solve this

Trade my humble for that GT Bentley

I'm trying to come up

Homey, why you envy?

Ain't my fault, I'm that number one stunna

Don't Get It Twisted was my business summer

Shine the hoes with the cash flows

Buy the Don Perignon, at the optimo

Can I get a V.I.P. at The Lounge, partner?

They never seen a bald-headed homey eating lobster

Trippin' cocktails, all drinks on me

Jokers givin' out tat's

At the party

Time for the brams, to make that cash

Sittin' next to George Lopez

He made me laugh



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]

In my hood, niggas get money all day

Look, before I hit the blunt, I stop and pray

Each and every day

I never forget

I rap now, but you know, a nigga came from bricks

Catchin' lights movin' white

To get that green

Ain't no furniture, but shit, I got me a flat screen

That was '98

Now I got cake

In the 18-room grill like Bobby Plate



[Mr. Capone-E:]

I got a house on the hills and the house in the hood

A house on the beach, and I'm still up to no good

Acting a fool, tryna stay sucker-free

After party at the club, chill, V.I.P.

Cause I'm dressed like the president

Call my chauffer

Ladies love me, so I tell 'em, "Come closer"

And gimme a kiss, cause ya boy made a hit

It's all about the money

Now, just sing

Oh!



[Chorus]



[Fingazz:]

Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right

Gotta get it, gotta get that money

"Fi-fi"

[scratching]

"Fi-Fingazz on the track"

We gotta get it, gotta get that money

Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right

Gotta get it, gotta get that money

Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right

Gotta get it, gotta get that money
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