The Return (feat. AKD) - Deepstar

Got more, get your money in the air like this Fab Time, BK From nothin' to somethin', homie, yes Street fida-dida-dam, yes Ay, it's a new year and I'm back for the money Just, I think I left somethin' Cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, yup, yup, yup It's the return of the young hustle A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle Me, I rather do my lip-lashin' when the chips cashed in Then you might see me on the strip, flashin' Like Vegas lights and they say I shine Vegas bright Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight Some shit, gettin' hit and my leg is light I mean, it coulda been a Tupac Vegas night Or maybe a notorious L.A. evening (Boo, you okay?) I mean, well, I'm breathing Hell, I'm even, bosser than I left The money ain't right, then I toss it to the left Yes, to the left, to the left Everything is hustled to the deaf, to the F A, B, baby, they be lazy Gucci straight jacket 'cuz I may be crazy Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper It's a new year but I recycle for the paper If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper So have my check right, no typos wit the paper, please Oh man, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill I say, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup They say the rap game remind them of the crack game That's why they money go quicker than a crack high My money stack high, how high? Shaq high Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high You lookin' at your new hustle like ya last hustle Was looked at as Russell in my past hustle Shorty, work it, she be on her ass, hustle She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles Fast, rush you, then back to the money They say I'm frontin', can't turn my back to the money And truthfully, you cool but I'm attracted to money So why don't you turn ya back to the money and let it shake I'm lovin' how you move that smooth, you let it snake But playas don't chase at it, baby, we let it make Bet it make sense when you make them dollars I ain't gotta make 'em move but I make 'em holla It's my year but y'all could help me celebrate I'm nine fifteen, that means, I'm hella straight The Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks I'm back for my money, it's just they luck, fuck Come on, man, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill I say, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up Ladies, money in the air, m-m-money in the air Money in the air, m-m-money in the air Money in the air, money in the air Let me see it up, nigga you don't believe that

See they think I'm a fuck nigga But if they ever see me then they might have to duck, nigga Like what, nigga? Before your ass can answer Get your whole shit bust, nigga Done rose out them ashes, drinking Fiji water Wanna pull me in that fire when I'm tryna feed my daughter Wanna snatch my mommas plate, and tell her she can't eat And we gone have us some discrepancies right here in this skreet Because the weak don't speak, get left in silence And when you don't listen, gotta speak with violence And duct tape the grandmama, strip a man of all his honor Out here tryna be a G, now you wish you a goner I walk with the Gods with the tongues of the devil Tryna keep a nigga thirsty so for rain I pray mercy The return of the gangsta cause niggas don't believe I roll hotter than my sleeve, leave a nigga in the street The return of the gangster cause niggas got bills This rap shit don't work then its back to selling krills Return of the gangster cause niggas want that real Want that old Danny Brown but nigga I'm like chill Return of the gangster fucked that hipster squeeze the trigger You got me fucked up I'm a hood ass nigga Eastside niggas keep roaches in the ashtray Twenty thousand out the public housing on a bad day Drop it in the pot, if it ain't lockin' that's some bad yay Tryna save my soul I wish the lord would meet me half way Devil on my shoulder as I'm whipping up this yola And that motor hit the rotor ship this blow to Minnesota Only option is a shoot out if the police pull me over This shit get real as shit thats on your Playstation controller Call of Duty ass nigga, dick in the booty ass nigga Don't po' up roll no dough up and I don't get no cash witcha Feel like fuck the world it ain't no friends up in this business Fuck my label show them that I'm the real realest nigga in it Gangsta Gibbs, bitch... It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta' These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas Your wifey turn the tide and nigga I red paint ya Won't stress or cry about it, cause it's not in my nature It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta' These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas Your wifey turn the tide and nigga I red paint ya Won't stress or cry about it, cause it's not in my nature