(feat. Goldtoes) [Chorus: Goldtoes] I'm a playa I'm a hustler I'm a gangsta making paper I'm a rider I'm a hustler I'm a playa making paper I'm a gangsta I'm a hustler I'm a playa making paper I'm a rider I'm a gangsta I'm a playa making paper [Verse 1: Lucky Luciano] I've been hustling all week, now I'm ready to spend I walk up in the club about 12 AM Bitches everywhere, sayin' "There Lucky go" I'm a big time player, never loving no hoe Slab in the front, and we ballin' inside Ballers watch me and my dog pop bottles all night Y'all get out of line, and I'm pullin' out a nine They love to see me broke ass stop without my sign But I'm cold in the game, and you know I'm a star Doin' the hoes in the frame with ya photo car If you looking too hard, what you talking to me for? Boy, I'm 'bout to bread with the money, nothing more I leave her out the club with the baddest bitches in this Sqaures fall, black live, burn off my 20 inches I roll a 'shroom and the chrome pistola Young Houston, you gone off the damn doja [Chorus] [Verse 2: Goldtoes] It's the Goldtoes Kickin' down doors In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O Man, that's fa' sho I'm from the 'Sco Where they get they pimp on And blowing the hydro I pull over here in H-Town because of Lucky In the club, every night Poppin' bottles of the bubbly What I'm saying is for certain All night pervin' My name is Goldtoes, and the money's what I'm earnin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lucky Luciano] Yeah, I got a gun But that ain't really nothin' With my partner Goldtoes, might stab you in the club I'm a big bank flipper Hustle from a nigga Hand-cuffed ya bitch when a boss playa enter Lined to get ya, that bitch is on zipper Have her ass on the track and high heels off the pizzle Aw, need a mob figure, got richer I'm foretellin' y'all how I live my life, nigga I put it down for the players and the hustlers Broke boys hate me cause I stay away from busters But I stay throwed til the day that I die Do it big, spend money, drive drank and get high Pass by somethin' new with a piston on the floor Beans, steak and shrimp with my bitches on the poles Man, it ain't nothin' to a boss named Lucky Everyday, all day, I'm on a grind to make money [Chorus]
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