Chip - Hustle Gang lyrics

[Intro: T.I.] Yeah, hustle gang n***a G.D.O.D get dough or die You ain't got no money n***a, f** you [Verse 1: T.I.] Let's go, Hustle Gang, play no f**ing games T.I.P K.I.N.G you know my f**ing name, haha Haters drop salt when they see the king Chip said come to London they know how to treat a king On highways whippin bentleys to the left side On the eastern hemisphere hollarin west side All we do is lay low and get high Pray to the most high, live never let die I swear I'm super cool, still will set fire To a n***a then I up and go hop on a red eye Till I'm dead I'mma live like its all bad They say it's all good, platinum dog tag Yellow gold rolly, yellow ho know me In beverly hills gettin me and ballin like Kobe, Swish! Do my dirt all by my lonely get no cody Shot 'em dead, my b**h went and took the charge for me In the phantom tell B.O.B hit the garage for me G.D.O.D Get dough or die answer to God only [Verse 2: Chip] The world's just a p**y, f** it I'll go in You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a king Royalty, hustle gang keep the crown with us The only queens around here are the girls f**ing us And the haters get skipped, Double dutch, TIP's got a strap in gear Press press double clutch Play with the bread, meet a toaster Need a ghost before I'm ghost Word to the holy ghost Yeah, I put my city on the map Everybody's on it, Jack's part of the flag Word to the union, everytime we're ruling 'em Real talk, even Bob the Builder keeps a tool with him Heaven sent me go to hell money Rolling in the deep still, I need that Adele money Went to the grammies I need six to keep my rolly all yellow Just the same as my b**h North to the south I be in the mix My location on Twitter should be right in your chick It's bed time for your career p**y lay down Got a full circle of bars Call that spraying rounds Yeah from LDN to the A town Time to make the whole world know my name now [Verse 3: Iggy Azalea] Show all them rappers, rip the roof off this mother though Real b**h so I'mma k** all these p**y hoes Silly flow, I'm illy my charm hang Watch it Tity Boi I rocks these two chains You got me so inšane Double M arrange Leather seats is c**aine All them doors, Cobain You hoes is down to suffer Step up, get double trouble Sent here to f** the game Hold up b**h shovel rubbers Down the tuddle, princess cuddle Rocks like burning rubber They blind just stand But listen MILF I am a mother f**er Hustle gang you got it bad and I don't mean no Usher My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me Pusha Your malice, way past average, a bad b**h Your man texts us like dallas Be mad at him, I'm amazing You were simply just an antonym G.D.O.D b**h it is more than just an acronym Iggy [Outro: T.I.] You know what it is my n***a GDOD get dough or die my n***a Hustle gang Partna This the king representing one time Partna T.I.P.K.I.N.G period Partna I know, yeah My b**h Iggy in this motherf**er representing XXL