Ghetto Millionaires - Home of the Hustlers lyrics

I'm from Harlem Home of the Hustlas You's a customer, scrams I'm a hustler, fam Me and you could talk money But I don't f** with ya man What you know about work? For a 100 a grand And you bringing n***as with you They don't come with the plan Nah, federal wolves sending the goons We shipping that dope in them balloons We putting that fire straight to them spoons That's when they get higher, straight to the moons