Birdman - Ms. Gladys lyrics

[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 b**h 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 f**ed 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 f** 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 b**h trying to just ball n***a My n***as k** 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 a** 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