(feat. Giz, Magic, Teddy Wheat)



[Hook]

If you're a gutta ass nigga

Bout ya butta

Let me hear ya holla

Yahoo

Yahoo

Now if ya still chasing dollars

Let me here you niggaz holla

Yahoo

Yahoo

Now if you love to get your thug on

Let me hear ya holla

Yahoo

Yahoo

Now if you love to get your thug on

Let me hear ya holla

Yahoo

Yahoo



[Teddy Wheat]

I gotta get that dough

I just gotta get me a lil bit more

I'm a fiend for the bread, so the Ted is out for the cash flow

I like them nasty hoes, them hood rats, them ghetto women

I'm a ghetto hustla, so yea dog I'm ghetto pimpin

I fuck wit niggaz who fuck with thugs, fuck with

niggaz that fuck wit drugs

Pop slugs, fuck wit niggaz ain't scared to bust you up

By word or mouth, you heard about the dirty South

Well I'm a Pensacola Gangsta, motherfucker, with a dirty mouth

We got them haters heads spinning like Sprewells

And while you hater trippin, Body Head winning ya'll females

Dawg, I hit the spot and I'm ready to get my club on

Looking for something rub on, spend a few dubs on



[Hook]



[Magic]

Give me a ten dollar bill and watch me flip it to 100

All you other niggaz getting blunted

My niggaz on the grind

Tryin make a million before I'm 30

I'm up early ready to get my hands dirty

With some parafanailia, contrband

Looking for some illegal

I'm your man

Got a bad habbit for money

I need to kept it by the lump sum

Mentality, military you sure you want some

I'll make a midget out of a 7 foot nigga

A 3” blade with seven shots to the liver

I was born and bread in the worst of the clubs

Roamed in rumors, thugged in clubs

I'll hustle in front the county jail if the block pop

Mutha fuck a pig I'm a thug I got my thang cocked

Niggaz stuck up in the game

See all my niggaz huntin and the chase don't change



[Hook]



[Giz]

Well nigga guess who's back the fat villain in black

Smash ya face wit a bat

Gizzy be killin you cats

I'm on a grind for the stacks

Steadily busting my gat

That's how I got where I'm at

I hustled til the day crack

I kept the feinds coming back

The streets is mean

Where I'm at that's why my heart so cold

That's why a nigga so bold

Stay high mean mugging

Tote a black four-four

Keep a chip on my shoulder

Ask me I don't know if I tell you

I have to kill you

Dead niggaz don't speak

Call me quick draw Mcgraw

I dare you motherfuckers

Reach a brutal lesson I will teach

Leave ya blood in the streets

You cotton candy niggaz

Sweet only thug over beats

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