Hustlas Motivation mgk

[Intro]
This should be played at high volume
Hahaha, got 'em!

[Verse 1]
I'm boss, you're a bred hustla
Must not state my name, (Come on) Killer Kells mother-wooh, ayy!
Y'all better get your paper, (Come on) [?] pocket change gets stomped on
My dollar bills get raised up, never see no hater (Nope)
My [?]
Currency stack is so high that we need every acre
I hustle for corporate dollars, rest in peace, Benjamin Franklin
Come on, in silence, give me the check book put the chains up
Yeah, we made ya
This is my muscle, my product, my hustle, my fame (Yeah)
My block (Come on), my game (Yeah), my world (Yeah), my life
I came down, both doors pop and the bass pound
I got more bump in my trunk than all the (Ahh) in A-Town
I am who? Kells
Was broke as a pole, man, now I'm rich as a cartel (Woo)
Hell, lot more of them trying to spend bills
[?] liquor for tropical rain, hit on my windshield
From J's with no boots (Nope), pants with no loops (Yeah)
Now I'm the king of the concrete jungle, no zoo (Yeah)
Grind hard, hustle the hustle, and stay hungry
It's Machine Gun Kelly, the kid get money