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[Intro]
You want to hit this blunt, Mall'? (Mall' knoxx)

[Verse 1]
Ayo, the fly-talker, skywalker, bubble goose and the mask on the dance floor like a jewel walkie
Dancing with the stars (Stars)
Who handsome as the God?
All the broads scream "cheers", I'm tap dancing with the boards
I took my chances and of course
Somewhere I went off course and kept low
Ya'll niggas thought I fell off, but hell nah
I could of wrote it in a telloh
Gave you everything and it ain't nothing left to sell of
Pandemic, I wrapped my face in a Chanel scarf
And feel bad, my nigga Snotty makin' jail 'cause
The system known to put niggas in a submission, hoe, free abmission
They lock us in order to get control
I bring that high quality water, to lift your soul, pure H20
The wave different, I'ma make it known
I won't stop until they carved my face in stone
Kicking doors down to puttin' all the gangsters on
Kicking doors down to puttin' all the gangsters on
Figure Four style, Dior when I Brofile
Stroke down the isle, movin' swift like I'm strobe, Mall' to be the man
Sometimes you gotta showout

[Chrous]
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
Get money
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money (The Umbrella's here)

[Verse 2]
Cool as a cutcumber, youtubin', I do numbers, new shoes
Got the Yeezy V2s in a few colors
Be feedin' your boo lumber, discreet
You do slumpin' in sleep
I send a bag and she feel like a new women, Nature Boy shit
Shawty checkin' in with no appoitment
I'm booked up, say, it's hard to read me on some Floyd shit
We hooked up, tap her out with the Figure Four, she try'd to kill me with the cat
On some sick freedom, Roy shit
You know your boy ain't the cookie, on some Chips Ahoi shit
Playin' with her mind, bitch got me on some Froy shit
Playin' with my joystick, for personal enjoyment
Let her rock the mic' and the verses was annointed
Now she on my body, guess she think we can join
There's a party at my spot, guess she think she can join
What we had was fun mommy, you could've had your turn
Usher me to the ring, but now you gotta let it burn

[Chorus 2]
Hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
'90 Flair, Mall' knoxx
Hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Get money
What? hustle, rap, stack and repeat
Hustle, rap, stack and repeat

[Outro: Sherman Willis]
Your lover
Oh, oh
My love, love
I'll never, ever let you go