Mike Smiff
Mike Smiff
Mike Smiff & Gank Gaank
Mike Smiff &
Mike Smiff & Boosie Badazz & Trick Daddy
Mike Smiff & Mozzy
Mike Smiff & Ali Coyote
Mike Smiff & Gunplay
Mike Smiff & Nevaeh
Mike Smiff & Tre Diggz
Mike Smiff & Trick Daddy
Mike Smiff & Jordan Hollywood
Mike Smiff & City Girls
Mike Smiff &
Mike Smiff
You know I (what you do) represent the hustlers
You know (right right) niggas that specialize on making something out of nothing (go getters)
No matter the situation (Mike Smiff)
We don't panic
We adjust (Slip-N-Slide Records)
Get yo money youngin
If hustling is your thang
Cause that’s the way you bring the money in
Grind on you better grind on
If stunting is your vibe
Clean the wheels up and bring the donk outside (you better)
Shine on (you better shine nigga) you better shine on
If you gon' do it son, do it big
That's what my momma told me when I was a lil kid
She told me reach for the stars baby, get yo guala
Ain’t no limit, word to Master P and Silk the Shocker
I C Murder out these project windows
I'm smelling cocaine every time the wind blows
Our role models was the neighborhood dope boys
Cuban links, four finger rings and corduroys
Them money getters bending corners in them Cadillacs
I never once asked my momma where my daddy at
Cause it was normal for you to grow up without a father figure
I hug the block like I don't need my pops, I got my niggas
We out there thuggin and we gon' get rich by any means
We keep a pistol and we will bust yo head bout anything
We bout our paper and we won't let nobody intervene
Ain't trying to die up in these projects
We got bigger dreams
Go get your money youngin
If hustling is your thang
Cause that's the way you bring the money in
Grind on you better grind on
If stuntin is your vibe
Clean the wheels up and bring the donk outside (you better)
Shine on (you better shine nigga) you better shine on
We in the huddle plotting how we finna get this cake
A click young broke niggas with expensive taste
I hit my Jordans with that toothbrush like every night
I go to school them bitches treat me like I'm Barry White
A lil spotty young nigga, I got swag (ha)
My lil nigga hit a liq and brought a Jaguar
We bending corners now, I’m stuntin on my exes
It was all good until my dog got arrested
No more flexing
I’m back chasing dollars now
The game changed, I want a Chevrolet Impala now
A 7-1, a 7-2, a 7-3 or 4
Get on a straight away and put that pedal to the floor
We doing it big baby, this is what we hustle for
The windows down, the music up, that's how you posed to row
Them niggas riding on them 20s and them 22s
Them itty bitty ass rims, man you tripping fool
Stop playing games youngin
If hustling is your thang cause that’s the way you bring the money in
Grind on you, better grind on
If stuntin is your vibe, clean the wheels up and bring the donk outside (you better)
Shine on (you better shine nigga) you better shine on