Birdman, Lil Wayne, Starlito - No More lyrics

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin to florida
And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more
But I don't never say that
No more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin to florida and I swore
That I won't ever hustla no more
But I don't never say that
No more got my mind right money right

The pots hot as the rock
Expands it the paper chasin'
Man on the clock like hands grindin
Like teeth get money like Heathcliff
Huxtable keep it comin
Like keith gotta make last forever for worse
Or for better gotta make it past the devil
So guns I got several and everybody
Plays the fool says aaron
Nevelle but I just play to win


Holler back like heavy metal
Smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes
My breads buildin bagels and
Legos when I rose
They froze trust me for the pesos
I'm an a hole AK holes
Think face blow and understand talkin money
By the case loads gun off
Safety I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case closed
Brown bag bitch

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin to florida
And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more
But I don't never say that
No more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin to florida
And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more
But I don't never say that
No more got my mind right money right

Young new investment ain't no turnin me back
Had the rubber band stacks in
The button king sack
And I ain't never goin back sike
I love the life standin
Under the street ilght tryin to
Get off that white
At a reasonable price nah I
Ain't tryin to bargain
Wit ya niggas hatin well I
Guess they gonna be
Starvin wit you I got 2 jobs
I sell and cop shit
Like father like son well I was adopoted
I told the birdman stunna gimme a
Chance and I don't even wanna
Tell you waht I did with my
Advance cause I'm only a man
I had to feed my fam takin that hood shit
And copped 3
024 grams man I guess it is what it is it
Was what it was before the rap
Game I waas sellin drugs
Either way I'm six figures
Before my first record
Allstar, y'all gon' respect my work
Ethics I'm a hustla

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin to florida
And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more
But I don't never say that
No more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin to florida
And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more
But I don't never say that
No more got my mind right money right

Yeah thank you up nigga uptown from
An 8 to a quarter
From a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies
That how I'm hood rich and murder
Was the case got me
Emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman
Nigga right back in this bitch
3rd world throw the u
Up I'm rollin in the whip with
This money on my mind gotta
Hustla and to lift them high
Rise dealin me and youngin
On some shit breaking bread choppin millions
Cause a bitch ain't shit told
As a youngin how roll
With the chopper if money on
Your block for the money
Ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money
Wouldn't stop us from ridin fly
Whips now they ho out
Jockin we stunnin while ya
Hating nigga stunna
Is what made ya I hear ya poppin shit
But the birdman raised ya bitch
Birdman got an army birdman got a navy
And cash money can't save ya

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin to florida
And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more
But I don't never say that
No more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin to florida
And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more
But I don't never say that
No more got my mind right money right