[Intro]
Yaw
From, From Ms Gladys
Yow, yaw
From my dad (Ms Gladys)
Red
Rich Gang
Hell yeah
Hustle writing from Ms Gladys
(Hustle from Ms Gladys)
Yow, this the life yo
(Writing from my daddy)
G up or be up my n***a
Yeah

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Gave the bitch this game loaf
Hundred G's each range ho
Pull up back with that change ho
Stunting just for that fame ho
This street life is for change ho
Play around and get fucked around
Brand new when we come around
Popping out with a hundred rounds
Put the suede on that alligator
Stunta island with that alligator
Old school in them new school
With that can of paint they can't fade us
Click klack cut your brains ho
Hundred G's for your name ho
Slanging move the whole thang ho
My stunting out your whole range ho
Rich gang
[Hook]
Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys
Hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy
Hustle, hu, hu
My money and madness

[Hook]
Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys
Hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy, yeah
Hustle, hu, hu, yeah
My money and madness
Real talk n***a
(Rich Gang)

[Verse 2: Birdman]
16 with a million dollars
20 cars n***a
And 2 three tier drops
Just up town life n***a
You got to be balling if you out there and you wit it
I lost Ms Gladys n***a
And I ain't give a fuck about nothing
(Blaaaa)
Street life raised me
Blood game that paid me
Creating hit that made me
Big money that made me
Skwop loop who showed me
Hundred fifty that move me
Paradise on back streets
Moving thangs that hold beat
Nothing but that dope boy
Pure raw or that rock boy
Bitch trying to just ball n***a
My n***as kill just to ball n***a
If your name on that wall n***a
We pull up just for the call n***a
We pull up deep in that fog n***a
We pull up just to go dog a n***a
(Blatt)
[Hook]
Hustle, hustle,hu hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys
Hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy
Hustle, hu, hu
My money and madness

[Hook]
Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys
Hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy
Hustle, hu, hu
My money and madness

[Verse 3: Neno Calvin]
Went from that loyal to a private jet
Flying over body bags
Money on your head
I have you dead ain't no stopping that
Hustle like i'm on my last
Once before it's on my ass
Hustle till I get that bag
Murder make me feel ecstatic
Hustlers never show they have it
Learnt that from the stunner man
Hustle hard
Keep my faith in god
Once I left the porch
I jumped and ran into the dark
Breaking down that boy you either cut or serve it raw
That's how we roll
[Hook]
Hustle, hustle, hu, hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys
Hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy
Hustle, hu, hu
My money and madness

[Outro]
You know this time
I be up early like
I ain't even think mamma looking at me like
Somebody just serving it
Get my one's on you know
I know pops know cuz he doing it
And i'm doing what he doing
Ya understand me?
I'm like come on, what you
Talking bout boy run it here
I'm like
My mamma a gangsta
She was a blood before I was a blood
You heard?
I'm like big mamma you know you a fool
I'm outchea
Aye bri, love you, cuz you my mamma now

#BLATT