Starlito - We Gangsta lyrics

[Intro - Birdman] This here for the money homeboy Money money money train n***a It's like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve And then we back and bounce back b**h YEA It's real simple n***a It's just seein to be whats in you n***a If you a hustla, you gonna get dough And that's how it goes [Hook - Birdman] Them n***as talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous [x2] [Verse 1 - All Star] I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida (Harlem) I'm prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since I'm a stunna I get em from ten (yeaaa) I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (f** em) I'm about my business I git it from Slim I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I'm gon swagga Pimpin on the car Im gon mask up or bang up Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood So I'm like f** bein famous You don't wana live my life Trust me I'm dangerous, I must keep a banga (Yeeaaa)What can I say but when its on, its on If we don' call it off until everybody's gone Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes [Hook] [Verse 2 - Yo Gotti] I'm a gangsta millionaire since You could put me on the scale and weigh everythin I'm 36 old fishscale still stand Then eat the n***a And Im gonna ride fo my people n***a I'm in the hood where the dudes be Whoever a**umed that me a b runnin around with c and b I gotta a army and I'm the general n***a Money plentiful n***a, then why your old lady into the n***a I'ma bu*ton down bricks and voices off in my head Like murder bout the spirits and watchin out fo the feds Fo real I got Mexican friends, I ain't gon' lie about it And I took a few losses I ain't gon' cry about it But I'll front you a brick if you down and tapped out A n***a shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it Yo gotti straight up I'm a snitch k**a Don't even speak to me Garth, you ain't a real n***a [Hook] [Verse 3 - Birdman] Now I'm riding through my town got the key to my city All the tin mo things brand new in the minute Every n***a in this mothaf**a no me dog Livin legend, ridin fly, n***a ball n fall Methomine project where I started the struggle Gladis run around sams in the circle we hustle K.C gave me the game, I took it n tuck it n***a brought it to another level cookin n cutting From the half 17's, n***a 50 n hundreds I done made the lamborghinis, rolls royces on bu*tons And I done did my time, I wouldn't git it, wouldn't git it And got it on my mind cuz it's money over b**hes All the time I'm bout mine, n***a workin from digits Green bags full of cash n***a how we feel it Stunna island poppin bottles n***a f**in them b**hes Got the money and fame and them and them come on wit it, mo hundred [Hook x2]