Released: December 25, 2012
Featuring: Chip T.I.
Songwriter: T.I. Chip Iggy Azalea S-X
Producer: S-X
[Intro: T.I.]
Yeah, hustle gang nigga
G.D.O.D get dough or die
You ain't got no money nigga, fuck you
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Let's go, Hustle Gang, play no fucking games
T.I.P K.I.N.G you know my fucking name, haha
Haters drop salt when they see the king
Chip said come to London they know how to treat a king
On highways whippin bentleys to the left side
On the eastern hemisphere hollarin west side
All we do is lay low and get high
Pray to the most high, live never let die
I swear I'm super cool, still will set fire
To a nigga then I up and go hop on a red eye
Till I'm dead I'mma live like its all bad
They say it's all good, platinum dog tag
Yellow gold rolly, yellow ho know me
In beverly hills gettin me and ballin like Kobe, Swish!
Do my dirt all by my lonely get no cody
Shot 'em dead, my bitch went and took the charge for me
In the phantom tell B.O.B hit the garage for me
G.D.O.D Get dough or die answer to God only
[Verse 2: Chip]
The world’s just a pussy, fuck it I’ll go in
You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a king
Royalty, hustle gang keep the crown with us
The only queens around here are the girls fucking us
And the haters get skipped,
Double dutch, TIP’s got a strap in gear
Press press double clutch
Play with the bread, meet a toaster
Need a ghost before I'm ghost
Word to the holy ghost
Yeah, I put my city on the map
Everybody’s on it, Jack’s part of the flag
Word to the union, everytime we're ruling 'em
Real talk, even Bob the Builder keeps a tool with him
Heaven sent me go to hell money
Rolling in the deep still, I need that Adele money
Went to the grammies I need six to keep my rolly all yellow
Just the same as my bitch
North to the south I be in the mix
My location on Twitter should be right in your chick
It's bed time for your career
Pussy lay down
Got a full circle of bars
Call that spraying rounds
Yeah from LDN to the A town
Time to make the whole world know my name now
[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]
Show all them rappers, rip the roof off this mother though
Real bitch so I'mma kill all these pussy hoes
Silly flow, I'm illy my charm hang
Watch it Tity Boi
I rocks these two chains
You got me so inšane
Double M arrange
Leather seats is cocaine
All them doors, Cobain
You hoes is down to suffer
Step up, get double trouble
Sent here to fuck the game
Hold up bitch shovel rubbers
Down the tuddle, princess cuddle
Rocks like burning rubber
They blind just stand
But listen MILF I am a mother fucker
Hustle gang you got it bad and I don't mean no Usher
My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me Pusha
Your malice, way past average, a bad bitch
Your man texts us like dallas
Be mad at him, I'm amazing
You were simply just an antonym
G.D.O.D bitch it is more than just an acronym
Iggy
[Outro: T.I.]
You know what it is my nigga
GDOD get dough or die my nigga
Hustle gang Partna
This the king representing one time Partna
T.I.P.K.I.N.G period Partna
I know, yeah
My bitch Iggy in this motherfucker representing XXL
Yeah, hustle gang nigga
G.D.O.D get dough or die
You ain't got no money nigga, fuck you
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Let's go, Hustle Gang, play no fucking games
T.I.P K.I.N.G you know my fucking name, haha
Haters drop salt when they see the king
Chip said come to London they know how to treat a king
On highways whippin bentleys to the left side
On the eastern hemisphere hollarin west side
All we do is lay low and get high
Pray to the most high, live never let die
I swear I'm super cool, still will set fire
To a nigga then I up and go hop on a red eye
Till I'm dead I'mma live like its all bad
They say it's all good, platinum dog tag
Yellow gold rolly, yellow ho know me
In beverly hills gettin me and ballin like Kobe, Swish!
Do my dirt all by my lonely get no cody
Shot 'em dead, my bitch went and took the charge for me
In the phantom tell B.O.B hit the garage for me
G.D.O.D Get dough or die answer to God only
[Verse 2: Chip]
The world’s just a pussy, fuck it I’ll go in
You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a king
Royalty, hustle gang keep the crown with us
The only queens around here are the girls fucking us
And the haters get skipped,
Double dutch, TIP’s got a strap in gear
Press press double clutch
Play with the bread, meet a toaster
Need a ghost before I'm ghost
Word to the holy ghost
Yeah, I put my city on the map
Everybody’s on it, Jack’s part of the flag
Word to the union, everytime we're ruling 'em
Real talk, even Bob the Builder keeps a tool with him
Heaven sent me go to hell money
Rolling in the deep still, I need that Adele money
Went to the grammies I need six to keep my rolly all yellow
Just the same as my bitch
North to the south I be in the mix
My location on Twitter should be right in your chick
It's bed time for your career
Pussy lay down
Got a full circle of bars
Call that spraying rounds
Yeah from LDN to the A town
Time to make the whole world know my name now
[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]
Show all them rappers, rip the roof off this mother though
Real bitch so I'mma kill all these pussy hoes
Silly flow, I'm illy my charm hang
Watch it Tity Boi
I rocks these two chains
You got me so inšane
Double M arrange
Leather seats is cocaine
All them doors, Cobain
You hoes is down to suffer
Step up, get double trouble
Sent here to fuck the game
Hold up bitch shovel rubbers
Down the tuddle, princess cuddle
Rocks like burning rubber
They blind just stand
But listen MILF I am a mother fucker
Hustle gang you got it bad and I don't mean no Usher
My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me Pusha
Your malice, way past average, a bad bitch
Your man texts us like dallas
Be mad at him, I'm amazing
You were simply just an antonym
G.D.O.D bitch it is more than just an acronym
Iggy
[Outro: T.I.]
You know what it is my nigga
GDOD get dough or die my nigga
Hustle gang Partna
This the king representing one time Partna
T.I.P.K.I.N.G period Partna
I know, yeah
My bitch Iggy in this motherfucker representing XXL