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Birdman - No More lyrics
Yeah, hustla
 I got the brown bag full of money
 I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
 I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
 I got my mind, right nah
 I got the brown bag full of money
 I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
 I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
 I got my mind, right money right
 The pots hot as the rock expands
 It's the paper chasin' man on the clock like hands
 Grindin' like teeth, get money like heat
 Cliff Hukstable keep it comin' like Keith
 Gotta make last forever for worse or for better
 Gotta make it past the devil so guns I got several
 And everybody plays, the fool says Aaron Nevelle
 But I just play to win holler back like heavy metal
 Smellin' like pedals from a rose so they ***
 My breads buildin' bagels and legos
 When I rose they froze, trust me for the pesos
 I'm an A hole AK holes
 Think face blow and understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
 Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
 I will hold court until the case closed
 Brown bag ***
 I got the brown bag full of money
 I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
 I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
 I got my mind, right nah
 I got the brown bag full of money
 I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
 I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
 I got my mind, right money right
 Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back
 Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack
 And I ain't never goin' back, sike I love the life
 Standin' under the street lights tryin' to get off that white
 At a reasonable price nah, I ain't tryin' to bargain wit you
 You *** hatin' well, I guess they gonna be starvin' wit you
 I got 2 jobs, I sell and I cop ***
 Like father like son well, I was adoptedBirdman - No More - http://motolyrics.com/birdman/no-more-lyrics.html
 I told the Birdman, stunna give me a chance
 And I don't even wanna tell you what I did with my advance
 'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my fam'
 Takin' that hood *** and copped about 24 grams
 Man, I guess it is what it is, it was what it was
 Before the rap game, I was sellin' drugs
 Either way I'm six figures before my first record
 I'll stunt y'all, don't respect my my work habits, I'm a hustla
 I got the brown bag full of money
 I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
 I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
 I got my mind, right nah
 I got the brown bag full of money
 I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
 I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
 I got my mind, right money right
 From an eight to a quarter, from a half to a brick
 From an 0 to the ozies, that how I'm hood rich
 And murder was the case got me emptyin' lot of clips
 Stunna hollerin' Birdman, *** right back in this ***
 Third world throw the you up, I'm rollin' in the whip
 With this money on my mind, gotta hustla and to lift
 Them high rise dealin' me and youngin' on some ***
 Breaking bread, choppin' millions 'cause a *** ain't ***
 Told as a youngin' how to roll with the chopper
 If money on your block for the money I'ma pop ya
 *** wanna hate but they money wouldn't stop us
 From ridin' fly whips now they *** out jockin'
 We stunnin' while ya hating **, stunna is what made you **
 I hear you poppin' *** but the Birdman raised you ***
 Birdman got an army, Birdman got a navy
 And Cash Money can't save ya
 I got the brown bag full of money
 I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
 I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
 I got my mind, right nah
 I got the brown bag full of money
 I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
 I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
 I got my mind, right money right









