Hustle Music Letra

Everyday thanking god that a nigga got on with the team
Imma go to the bank take out something to fill up my jeans
Bitch I'm a hustler that's in my genes
I'm talking money so what do you mean
I hear all the hate, but I don't be giving a damn, too high off the lean
Say you got the bands, say you got the green, nigga in yo dreams
That bitch wanna fuck me now, kicking her out, can't get some lean
Jump in the 'Rari and I'm out, the engine so loud it's leaving a stink

Imma leave it in her mouth, baby sit there she be swallow [?]
Get the money in and out, like I'm flipping burgers I wanted some cheese
You gotta get this on cam, diamonds flashing like I told them say cheese
We still run up in your house, if you got it then I need [?]
Rocks on my neck like boulders
Stop with the flex you bogus
Drop like a three in my soda
I'm ballin' shootin' threes from the corner
I remember used to be on the corner
Give me brain 'til I be in a coma
Give me brain like degrees I don't wanna
Pinky ring full of grease and it's froze up
All this money I can't trust, came from the dust, get the bag, that's a must
No more Aces so we fucking up Lust
You ain't talking cash, just keep it on hush
I'm in that big body, I was just on that bus
Yo bitch prolly wanna hop in with us
Yeah we eatin', niggas having yo lunch
She be eatin' like my nigga Cap'n Crunch
Diamonds weaving and they packin' a punch
My life a action movie, I be havin' to stunt
My shoes bloody like I'm stabbin' it up
Carats on me like a rabbit and stuff
If I pull up on her with all this designer, then I bet she falling in love
I woke up and got a whole lot of commas I think I might [?]

Soon as the rackies come in I be countin' it up
Everyday thanking god that a nigga got on with the team
Imma go to the bank take out something to fill up my jeans
Bitch I'm a hustler that's in my genes
I'm talking money so what do you mean
I hear all the hate, but I don't be giving a damn, too high off the lean
Say you got the bands, say you got the green, nigga in yo dreams
That bitch wanna fuck me now, kicking her out, can't get some lean
Jump in the 'Rari and I'm out, the engine so loud it's leaving a stink

You ain't ever trap push, no way
Diamonds on my chain hold mo' weight
Moving with the strap it's on aim
Prada with the straps like its 08
I just want the brain she a throwaway
Blunt full of gas it's propane
Sip on the lean feel no pain
I won't switch on the gang it's no way
Gotta get it out cause you do nothing
Got a headache the [?] is busting
And they won't come around 'til you buzzing
When the cameras come on they start frontin'
Shorty doing tricks, she stuntin
But she always making a scene
Imma cut it up, making the league
I been working, I done made me some green
I gotta flex like I'm working out
If you talking money we'll work it out
Don't need no wallet, its big amounts
'Member my pockets was in a drought
She told me she want it in her mouth
These niggas burgers like In-N-Out
We was hitting stains, like you in or out?
If I make it rain, she could get a house
They could feel the pain, I hop in the booth just to get it out
I get it all off the muscle
You better learn how to hustle
NIggas gon' waste yo time, tryna throw shots, so why would I trust you
Livin' too fast, I'm getting the bag, and making it go

Soon as the rackies come in I be countin' it up
Everyday thanking god that a nigga got on with the team
Imma go to the bank take out something to fill up my jeans
Bitch I'm a hustler that's in my genes
I'm talking money so what do you mean
I hear all the hate, but I don't be giving a damn, too high off the lean
Say you got the bands, say you got the green, nigga in yo dreams
That bitch wanna fuck me now, kicking her out, can't get some lean
Jump in the 'Rari and I'm out, the engine so loud it's leaving a stink