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Gotta Hustle Video (MV)




Performed By: Animal DA GOD
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: jashua martinez-harris




Animal DA GOD - Gotta Hustle Lyrics




I don't gotta a job in the kitchen whippin up 9 to 5 slow I get it how it come
Cant let myself starve I learned that where I'm from
Some niggas go to jail some die by the gun
But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here
I'll take that any means
The boys that I'm wit them niggas don't play that shit
I cant even trust plug nigga weigh that shit

Every morning thinking how to get my paper up
Trappin late nights stash inda cut keep that 9 tucked
In case you think of f*cking wit me all about the money
But know I keep something wit me
G check da plug was taught never trust a nigga
Tony killed Tod for some bricks don't f*ck wit niggas
If you cross me and you live you's a lucky nigga think
You gone live inda hood you's a dummy nigga
And that's just the way it goes
I bust a trap no chain and some bummy clothes
Cuz I don't need attention and not to mention you posting on da grams
Help the fed pay attention
That's why I don't do it and if the coke ain't raw homie
I don't move it just a lil schooling
F*ck a job I don't get that shit whats the point if I can get rich like this

I don't gotta a job in the kitchen whippin up 9 to 5 slow I get it how it come
Cant let myself starve I learned that where I'm from
Some niggas go to jail some die by the gun
But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here
I'll take that any means
The boys that I'm wit them niggas don't play that shit
I cant even trust plug nigga weigh that shit

Momma always said f*ck wat cha heard
But I heard them crack heads on 43rd
I never do credit that's when I swerve
When speaking to da god there's a lot to learn
Baby momma trippin said I'm f*ckin all these bitches
I'm just tryna make a living she don't f*ckin get it
Kids at home so I use my side piece kitchen
If I f*cked her or not it don't make a difference
All arguing shit there's no point in that oh its bubblin baby yea I call you back
You know rent due I need all of that shit real out here not at all act
I ain't have a job so I started selling drugs
And I'm on drug court so I'm using gloves
They say this shit gets addictive
I know it dose everytime I feel like I'm down I gotta call da plug

I don't gotta a job in the kitchen whippin up 9 to 5 slow I get it how it come
Cant let myself starve I learned that where I'm from
Some niggas go to jail some die by the gun
But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here
I'll take that any means
The boys that I'm wit them niggas don't play that shit
I cant even trust plug nigga weigh that shit
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I don't gotta a job in the kitchen whippin up 9 to 5 slow I get it how it come
Cant let myself starve I learned that where I'm from
Some niggas go to jail some die by the gun
But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here
I'll take that any means
The boys that I'm wit them niggas don't play that shit
I cant even trust plug nigga weigh that shit

Every morning thinking how to get my paper up
Trappin late nights stash inda cut keep that 9 tucked
In case you think of f*cking wit me all about the money
But know I keep something wit me
G check da plug was taught never trust a nigga
Tony killed Tod for some bricks don't f*ck wit niggas
If you cross me and you live you's a lucky nigga think
You gone live inda hood you's a dummy nigga
And that's just the way it goes
I bust a trap no chain and some bummy clothes
Cuz I don't need attention and not to mention you posting on da grams
Help the fed pay attention
That's why I don't do it and if the coke ain't raw homie
I don't move it just a lil schooling
F*ck a job I don't get that shit whats the point if I can get rich like this

I don't gotta a job in the kitchen whippin up 9 to 5 slow I get it how it come
Cant let myself starve I learned that where I'm from
Some niggas go to jail some die by the gun
But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here
I'll take that any means
The boys that I'm wit them niggas don't play that shit
I cant even trust plug nigga weigh that shit

Momma always said f*ck wat cha heard
But I heard them crack heads on 43rd
I never do credit that's when I swerve
When speaking to da god there's a lot to learn
Baby momma trippin said I'm f*ckin all these bitches
I'm just tryna make a living she don't f*ckin get it
Kids at home so I use my side piece kitchen
If I f*cked her or not it don't make a difference
All arguing shit there's no point in that oh its bubblin baby yea I call you back
You know rent due I need all of that shit real out here not at all act
I ain't have a job so I started selling drugs
And I'm on drug court so I'm using gloves
They say this shit gets addictive
I know it dose everytime I feel like I'm down I gotta call da plug

I don't gotta a job in the kitchen whippin up 9 to 5 slow I get it how it come
Cant let myself starve I learned that where I'm from
Some niggas go to jail some die by the gun
But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here
I'll take that any means
The boys that I'm wit them niggas don't play that shit
I cant even trust plug nigga weigh that shit
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Writer: jashua martinez-harris
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