Fingazz - Hustle for the Same Thing lyrics

[Lil' Flip] Hey Put the beat up a little bit Yeah I like it right there That's perfect Matter fact, this track is perfect We talking about gettin' this money No matter where you from Europe, France, Switzerland Amsterdam, Houston, Cali, get money [Chorus: Fingazz] It don't matter where you from (We stay on the grind) We do what we gotta do (Got money on the mind) In my hood In y'all hood We gotta hustle for the same thing We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right We gotta get it, gotta get that money We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right We gotta get it, gotta get that money [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] We grind for the same thang I got a few partners on the chain gang And ain't never comin' home, you know When you locked up Your woman gone You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no cash) You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no a**) I'm addicted to cash, I'm allergic to haters Blunts make my throat burn (n***a, roll up a paper) Flossy in Vegas, then I light optimos All this ice, got me with a flock of hoes In H-Town n***as get paid for real f** what you heard We chop on blades, for real Pimp C back home, gettin' his money on Like Puffy Combs, the n***a got his own calogne And two big homes, plus I got exotic cars It feel good to be a ghetto star (I wouldn't trade it) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E] It's a struggle that we live for Stayin' alive While Bush startin' more wars Out grindin' Money is a object Gas prices going up, and how we s'pposed to solve this Trade my humble for that GT Bentley I'm trying to come up Homey, why you envy? Ain't my fault, I'm that number one stunna Don't Get It Twisted was my business summer Shine the hoes with the cash flows Buy the Don Perignon, at the optimo Can I get a V.I.P. at The Lounge, partner? They never seen a bald-headed homey eating lobster Trippin' co*ktails, all drinks on me Jokers givin' out tat's At the party Time for the brams, to make that cash Sittin' next to George Lopez He made me laugh [Chorus] (Verse 3) [Lil' Flip] In my hood, n***as get money all day Look, before I hit the blunt, I stop and pray Each and every day I never forget I rap now, but you know, a n***a came from bricks Catchin' lights movin' white To get that green Ain't no furniture, but sh**, I got me a flat screen That was '98 Now I got cake In the 18-room grill like Bobby Plate [Mr. Capone-E] I got a house on the hills and the house in the hood A house on the beach, and I'm still up to no good Acting a fool, tryna stay s**er-free After party at the club, chill, V.I.P Cause I'm dressed like the president Call my chauffer Ladies love me, so I tell 'em, "Come closer" And gimme a kiss, cause ya boy made a hit It's all about the money Now, just sing Oh! [Chorus] [Fingazz] Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right Gotta get it, gotta get that money "Fi-fi" {*scratching*} "Fi-Fingazz on the track" We gotta get it, gotta get that money Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right Gotta get it, gotta get that money Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right Gotta get it, gotta get that money