Letras:Three 6 Mafia. I Ain't Goin (a Hustler's Theme).

[Hook]
My pockets are swollen (swollen)
My bankroll is foldin' (foldin')
Some niggas out there blowin'
But baby I ain't goin'

[Verse 1]
See I bought a black bonneville (keep pimpin')
I'm out here tryin' to make a mil (my nigga winnin')
A new crooked cell phone (you on)
So junkies won't call my home (man he gone)
Some niggas that I can trust (we straight)
Some killas that'll fuck you up (we made)
Let's chop it up and let it stack (that's the business)
Then rent a house and sell some crack (yeah we in it)
Let's get the word all over town (you da man)
These hatin niggas set you down (with the plan)
Let's bang some rocks and slang some oot (dem boys know)
Whatever's gonna make the loot (cause we can short 'em)
The shake down we always go (we be deep)
Sometimes we have to throw dem 'bows (I brought the heat)
Some playas down to make some mean (what's the word)
A pimp gon' always pimp again (my niggas heard what's goin' on)

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2]
See I'm sippin' on some Bud Light (this shit is cold)
I'm hustlin' tryin to get a bite (let's make this load)
My fishing rod is bending (we hit the jackpot)
???? (it's like a piece of art)
But everytime I start to fish (I got a catch)
Some police snitches gotta snitch (I got a match)
Let's call up the hidden man (with the AK)
And let them boys' blood drain