(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
(*##$es 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 $$# 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 (*##$es 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


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[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'


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[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 ^!$$%
Hand-cuffed ya (*##$ when a boss playa enter

Lined to get ya, that (*##$ is on zipper
Have her $$# 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, ^!$$%
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 (*##$es on the poles
Man, it ain't nothin' to a boss named Lucky
Everyday, all day, I'm on a grind to make money


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