Make It Work

(Roger that!) Make it work Gotta make it work Yeah Gotta make it work Gotta make it work Yeah Yeah I'm the road runner like beep beep I keep my feet on these streets Smashing feets that cats this deep can't defeat I'm a hustler Probably clone my customers And sell them dope shit that don't cost too much Yes oh! My paddy Tell them that we're blessed too much Cos my train of thoughts carries more passengers than metro mass I get it off my chest like a burst a bust There's no flexing us Me and my crew? Just invest in us We make money from making money Faking dummies and feast with hunnies that taste like sweet honey Life is sweet; diabetes The problems that I face I defeat these And stay as real as the streets be They call me C to the Hyphen The dude your chick's liking I only kill niggas on beats Don't be frightened They thought I left But it excites to be sighted So I'm delighted for the history I'm re-writing They wanna copy how I roll so I changed up They thought I'd never get to grow but I came up They tryna beat me at this game but remain stuck And all the niggas that I know don't give a damn f*ck Cos we hustle and hustle for the long days And we hustled and hustled for the long nights And we gon hustle and hustle in all ways And we gon hustle and hustle till it's alright I see cartoon characters Rhyme scheme amateurs Rappers who ain't making real money who be talking shit You ain't unto this I'm on another echelon And I don't know what kinda set you on But you best be gone Cos I'm real with this Not a fake image just to make business I'm the same homie on the same rep and I'm still winning So better recognize where the best resides Wipe the tears from your eyes Cos we don't patronize all these lies First they said I was retro Then they said I was dead dope Then I killed everyone Now the rest know No gidigidi Me y3 opeimu Maseimu And I stayed true cos everyone knows I paid dues So deuces I'm on some true shit No excuses I'm on some new shit So competition is useless This is for the fans Its that mellow music With the real rap infusion Haters Don't confuse this They wanna copy how I roll so I changed up They thought I'd never get to grow but I came up They tryna beat me at this game but remain stuck And all the niggas that I know don't give a damn f*ck Cos we hustled and hustled for the long days And we hustled and hustled for the long nights And we gon hustle and hustle in all ways And we gon hustle and hustle till it's alright When it hurt I go out for it And I will do anything, to make it work Gotta get that money Gotta get that money Gotta get that money Gotta make it work Gotta get that money (All the hawkers in the streets yeah you changed up) Gotta get that money (All the students in the class yeah you came up) Gotta get that money (All my homies getting dubs get your weight up) Gotta make it work (And we ain't never gon stop till we make bucks) (All day, all night) (All ways) Gotta get that money Gotta get that money Gotta get that money Make it work