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Yeah, I got the recipe Nigga tryna eat Tryna eat, nigga I got the recipe, yeah You know, I did that street thing I came in the industry, nigga I ain't ask them niggas to let me in the door Kicked that mothafucka open, nigga, industry invasion Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe Who you think they got it from? I got that recipe Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe The one and only Young, I got that recipe Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients So much paper, nigga, they gon' think you're readin' it Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh I'm a hustler, I've been hustlin' my whole life Like my Uncle Robbie, yeah he love to shoot dice Nigga ever in doubt, I say the hustler's prayer And it's so cold in my heart, it ain't nothin' there All about the Benjamins, I'm screamin' like white This for my niggas movin' wings like it's Popeye's I just want a two door with some tan seats Earring so big, look like a set of Beats Letras de cancionesYeah they thought that I was dead, I got nine lives Pussy niggas want me dead, you had nine tries Shit I'm smokin' so loud we call it ambulance So many racks in my pocket, look like some Hammer pants, uh Think it's sweet and clip be longer than a grapevine Just know these niggas love money but they hate time I'm connected in these streets just like wifi Keep one eye off in these streets just like [?] Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe Who you think they got it from? I got that recipe Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe The one and only Young, I got that recipe Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients So much paper, nigga, they gon' think you're readin' it Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh If we talkin' 'bout them stamps, you know who be the champ Tryna get that extra money so we sold 'em damp Live the savage life, done made your boy a renegade I've been ballin' all my life, I need some Gatorade Bitch I seen my first mil' in the 10th grade Just let me hide these Os, yeah you know the rent paid They say I'm paranoid, I'm trustin' no one That nigga Bobby tried to set me up in '01 Saw the red and blue lights, I had a hard nine Thought I had a heart attack, but hey my heart fine The way I talk that yayo shit, I know you like that And when I talk that yayo shit, ain't gotta like that Niggas on that monkey shit, I got the F&H Keep it for that monkey shit and I ain't talkin' Bape Draped up in this Valentino camouflage War ready, I might paint the Bentley camouflage Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe Who you think they got it from? I got that recipe Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe The one and only Young, I got that recipe Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients So much paper, nigga, they gon' think you're readin' it Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh Yeah, I got it One thing about me, nigga, if I say it it gon' check out, nigga We been out here for decades Shit don't stop Nigga try to be what I was when I first came in the game, nigga Fuck kinda shit that is, nigga? Hustlin' backwards Hustlin' When I cook that shit up, I got that recipe Chef Boyar-Young I gets it done, nigga Four, get you a nine 18 gets you 36 And bein' a real nigga gets you here Solid... like a rock Or a brick for that matter Yeah Want that recipe? 'Cause I got it From Letras Mania