[Intro: Master P]
Yo, what's up Mean Green
This one here for everybody out there doing
They thug thing Major player Whether they
Grinding, hustling, flipping things, ya'll know
What I mean

[Chorus: Master P]
If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain
If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain

[Mia X]
Now mama can't be compared to no other broad
Cause I spit that mental and keep (Shhh)
Them niggas peeling off Franklins
Franky # 1, I'm on the force checks in my hands
Most demand to be man's thugs Mrs
I piss on all you so-called fire starters
And all you fakes claiming flow I'm known to touch
Your water I started with a quarter flip my way to six figures
Ground work down and dirty hustling like a nigga
I figured ain't no sense in sleeping if my kids ain't eating
And ain't no sense in you creeping if you ain't treating
I'm seeking dollars if you with me baby follow me
Trying to buy a key like it's a ticket out of poverty
But every key don't always open up a friendly door
On the other side might be the law so
Plain strategies clean your g's and keep it coming
Don't be another ghetto child hustling for nothing
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