Yeah, hey, you know what I´m sayin´?
Got AJ recordin´ me
The beat came from Sam
Let´s go

I´m hustlin´ (Hustlin´)
Get money, bitch (Get money)
We bustin´, (Bustin´) this choppa shit (Brrt, chopper)
No fussin´, no, I don´t argue, trick (No argue)
Bust down, talkin´ ´bout glass and shit (Glass)
I get money, I ain´t put my problems on you (Yeah)
Gallery Department pants, yeah
Chanel, Pharrell, I´m steppin´ on you
´Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand
I done missed a appointment (I missed it)
Think a nigga gon´ back me down
I promise you´ll never corner me

Christian Dior shades, my heart black just like spades (Let´s go)
Yeah, my ace boom goons, he can´t wait to spray (Brrt)
Yeah, we sweep ´em like a broom, (Broom) come tear up the place
I ain´t have no silver spoon, no steal, we gon´ take
She wanna hit my head man, go and catch a vibe (Vibe)
Soon as I catch her, know I got her in the spot (Spot)
In that Hellcat, shit, running lights (Running lights)
In that black man ski, come in the sky (Come here)

In that track-hawk, leaving the scene (Track)
Go crazy, like Charlie Sheen (Yeah)
Yeah, we on ecstasy, that G6, we don´t take no beans (G6)
Hit that X, in that foreign, shit, that mean machine

I´m hustlin´ (Hustlin´)
Get money, bitch (Get money)
We bustin´, (Bustin´) this choppa shit (Brrt, chopper)
No fussin´, no, I don´t argue, trick (No argue)
Bust down, talkin´ ´bout glass and shit (Glass)
I get money, I ain´t put my problems on you (Yeah)
Gallery Department pants, yeah
Chanel, Pharrell, I´m steppin´ on you

´Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand
I done missed a appointment (I missed it)
Think a nigga gon´ back me down
I promise you´ll never corner me

Yeah
I´m smoking shit, bitch, if Keed give me the go
I slime out your mama, I slime out your ho
If you beefing with me, might as well hang from a rope
I know that I´m it, and nigga, you float
I seen your lil´ diss, that shit was a joke
They hopping on trash, them niggas get croaked
Free key spirit and free the damn goat
Big dawg, bitch, can´t hide that
You bitch come and ride that (Ride)
Push up on ´em, slide back

I light the blunt then fry that
You´re a snake, and it take a rat, I bet they all food
What´s up, Keed? Man, I miss my dawg, I can´t even call you

In that track-hawk, leaving the scene (Woah, Track)
Go crazy, like Charlie Sheen (Woah, yeah)
Yeah, we on ecstasy, that G6, we don´t take no beans (Woah, G6)
Hit that X, in that foreign, shit, that mean machine (Woah)

I´m hustlin´ (Hustlin´)
Get money, bitch (Get money)

We bustin´, (Bustin´) this choppa shit (Brrt, chopper)
No fussin´, no, I don´t argue, trick (No argue)
Bust down, talkin´ ´bout glass and shit (Glass)
I get money, I ain´t put my problems on you (Yeah)
Gallery Department pants, yeah
Chanel, Pharrell, I´m steppin´ on you
´Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand
I done missed a appointment (I missed it)
Think a nigga gon´ back me down
I promise you´ll never corner me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)