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Ayy, ayy, ayy Okay, okay, okay, okay Ayy, yeah, uh, woo (P-P-P-Lo time to bring the bass back) Ayy, ayy, ayy Hop out do my dance on a bitch Freak hoe from the back when I hit I'm a stand up guy never sit OG told me win it's never quit Since then I've been a man on a mission Ayy, free the dogs out of prison You ain't talking bout no racks, then I'm missing Feeling like I'm Master P with no limit I'm either getting to the bag or I'm cozy Ayy, phone locked 'cause she nosy Ayy, I don't want a piece I want the whole thing Mac pulled up with pack smoked the OZ See me out in public make a hoe freeze Big stepping now one do it both feet Brody want me gone watch him closely Up like it's nosebleeds up like it's no sleep Woke up, straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Woke up, straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Ugh I'm excited about my income (I'm excited about my income) My life is real it's not a sitcom (my life is real it's not a sitcom) No more selling swivel on a recon (no more selling swivel on a recon) I'm a fixture not a peon (I'm a fixture not a peon) They call me Charlie Hustle (they call me Charlie Hustle) I'm all about my bubble (I'm all about my bubble) I'll beat you with my knuckles (I'll beat you with my knuckles) If you don't stay up out my huddle When people ask me what I've been doing I'm living the dream Used to serve my yadda wet fresh up off the digi-beam (digi-beam) Don't play with the Scorpio 'cause I sting I tune you up and make you cry, make you look like that Jordan meme Woke up, straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Woke up, got straight to it Running to the bag like I'm late to it Got so much drive I need brake fluid (fact) These niggas don't do it like the Bay do it (sheesh) I'ma get the bag or die trying (sheesh) You ain't got a bag boy you lying (sheesh) Bitch I'm 'bout a bag like I'm DB Fucking 'round in the lab like I'm DeeDee Me and my pops built this like woodshop The brakes went out I wish I could stop I ain't no mechanic but I make the hood pop Came from the bottom I need some good top We been on the grind all weekend Deep in flow water nigga the deep end We bend them corners and like to swing No rag no set I'm with the gang Woke up, straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Woke up, straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do this shit again