Ms. Gladys lyrics

[Intro]

Yaw

From, From Ms Gladys

Yow, yaw

From my dad (Ms Gladys)

Red

Rich Gang

Hell yeah

Hustle writing from Ms Gladys

(Hustle from Ms Gladys)

Yow, this the life yo

(Writing from my daddy)

G up or be up my nigga

Yeah

[Verse 1: Birdman]

Gave the bitch this game loaf

Hundred G's each range ho

Pull up back with that change ho

Stunting just for that fame ho

This street life is for change ho

Play around and get fucked around

Brand new when we come around

Popping out with a hundred rounds

Put the suede on that alligator

Stunta island with that alligator

Old school in them new school

With that can of paint they can't fade us

Click klack cut your brains ho

Hundred G's for your name ho

Slanging move the whole thang ho

My stunting out your whole range ho

Rich gang

[Hook]

Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle

Writing from Ms Gladys

Hustle, hu, hu

Down for my crown, writing from my daddy

Hustle, hu, hu

My money and madness

[Hook]

Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle

Writing from Ms Gladys

Hustle, hu, hu

Down for my crown, writing from my daddy, yeah

Hustle, hu, hu, yeah

My money and madness

Real talk nigga

(Rich Gang)

[Verse 2: Birdman]

16 with a million dollars

20 cars nigga

And 2 three tier drops

Just up town life nigga

You got to be balling if you out there and you wit it

I lost Ms Gladys nigga

And I ain't give a fuck about nothing

(Blaaaa)

Street life raised me

Blood game that paid me

Creating hit that made me

Big money that made me

Skwop loop who showed me

Hundred fifty that move me

Paradise on back streets

Moving thangs that hold beat

Nothing but that dope boy

Pure raw or that rock boy

Bitch trying to just ball nigga

My niggas kill just to ball nigga

If your name on that wall nigga

We pull up just for the call nigga

We pull up deep in that fog nigga

We pull up just to go dog a nigga

(Blatt)

[Hook]

Hustle, hustle,hu hu hustle

Writing from Ms Gladys

Hustle, hu, hu

Down for my crown, writing from my daddy

Hustle, hu, hu

My money and madness

[Hook]

Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle

Writing from Ms Gladys

Hustle, hu, hu

Down for my crown, writing from my daddy

Hustle, hu, hu

My money and madness

[Verse 3: Neno Calvin]

Went from that loyal to a private jet

Flying over body bags

Money on your head

I have you dead ain't no stopping that

Hustle like i'm on my last

Once before it's on my ass

Hustle till I get that bag

Murder make me feel ecstatic

Hustlers never show they have it

Learnt that from the stunner man

Hustle hard

Keep my faith in god

Once I left the porch

I jumped and ran into the dark

Breaking down that boy you either cut or serve it raw

That's how we roll

[Hook]

Hustle, hustle, hu, hu hustle

Writing from Ms Gladys

Hustle, hu, hu

Down for my crown, writing from my daddy

Hustle, hu, hu

My money and madness

[Outro]

You know this time

I be up early like

I ain't even think mamma looking at me like

Somebody just serving it

Get my one's on you know

I know pops know cuz he doing it

And i'm doing what he doing

Ya understand me?

I'm like come on, what you

Talking bout boy run it here

I'm like

My mamma a gangsta

She was a blood before I was a blood

You heard?

I'm like big mamma you know you a fool

I'm outchea

Aye bri, love you, cuz you my mamma now