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No More Lyrics - Like Father, Like Son - Birdman

I got the brown bag full of money 

I got the work goin to florida 

And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more 

But I don't never say that no more got my mind 

Right nah 

I got the brown bag full of money 

I got the work goin to florida and I swore 

That I won't ever hustla no more 

But I don't never say that no more got my mind 

Right money right 

 

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The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin' 

Man on the clock like hands grindin 

Like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin 

Like keith gotta meke last forever for worse 

Or for better gotta make it past the devil 

So guns I got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron 

Nevelle but I just play to win holler back like heavy metal 

Smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes 

My breads buildin bagels and legos when I rose 

They froze trust me for the pesos I'm an a hole AK holes 

Think face blow and understand talkin money 

By the case loads gun off safety I'm in safe mode 

I will hold court until the case closed 

Brown bag bitch 

 

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I got the brown bag full of money 

I got the work goin to florida 

And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more 

But I don't never say that no more got my mind 

Right nah 

I got the brown bag full of money 

I got the work goin to florida 

And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more 

But I don't never say that no more got my mind 

Right money right 

 

Young new investment ain't no turnin me back 

Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack 

And I ain't never goin back sike I love the life standin 

Under the street ilght tryin to get off that white 

At a reasonable price nah I ain't tryin to bargain 

Wit ya niggas hatin well I guess they gonna be 

Starvin wit you I got 2 jobs I sell and cop shit 

Like father like son well I was adopoted 

I told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and I don't even wanna 

Tell you waht I did with my advance cause I'm only a man 

I had to feed my fam takin that hood shit 

And copped about 24 grams man I guess it is what it is it 

Was what it was before the rap game I waas sellin drugs 

Either way I'm six figures before my first record 

I'll stunt yall don't respect my my work habits I'm a hustla 

 

I got the brown bag full of money 

I got the work goin to florida 

And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more 

But I don't never say that no more got my mind 

Right nah 

I got the brown bag full of money 

I got the work goin to florida 

And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more 

But I don't never say that no more got my mind 

Right money right 

 

Yeah thank you up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quarter 

From a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies 

That how I'm hood rich and murder was the case got me 

Emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman 

Nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u 

Up I'm rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta 

Hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin 

On some shit breaking bread choppin millions 

Cause a bitch ain't shit told as a youngin how roll 

With the chopper if money on your block for the money 

Ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money 

Wouldn't stop us from ridin fly whips now they ho out 

Jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna 

Is what made ya I hear ya poppin shit 

But the birdman raised ya bitch 

Birdman got an army birdman got a navy 

And cash money can't save ya 

 

I got the brown bag full of money 

I got the work goin to florida 

And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more 

But I don't never say that no more got my mind 

Right nah 

I got the brown bag full of money 

I got the work goin to florida 

And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more 

But I don't never say that no more got my mind 

Right money right 

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