Hustler歌词

Don't make this complicated

My old school candy painted

I hustle hard

When I come through they like Oh my God That ***** clean
From the beginning it was written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 ounce
And move it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes

But dig it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

I come through I had the hoes like "Who he

Seats in the old school Louis

Shoes and the belt buckle Louis

We don't need more details now do we

Let 'em sag my swag is True Religion

You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision
It smells like cream mixed with **** this is classy and hood
Drama llama time ***** what's good
Domino's ************ it's time to collect

Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt
I'm just doing what I wanna do I trip these set
This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi ****

From the beginning it was written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 ounce

And move it I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

Get on my level ***** I'm careful who I kick it with
We talk market and distribution and politics

Got a chip on my shoulder chip off the whole block
I sell the chip of a whole rock 10 dollars a pop
I'm a magnet the ***** can't help but watch me
Socks drawers undershirt Versace Versace Versace
Designer threads in every form of fashion
I express myself so the question I'm askin'
Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 ****
We ain't promised tomorrow ***** go on and get the ****
That skull and bones that Alexander McQueen thing

In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing
From the beginning it was written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 ounce

And move it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

Oh it's cold out here

It's my kind of weather I'm cold blooded

It's 50

When I come through you see me
In the Suburbans that's bulletproof bomb proof leather six what else

When I go hard I go hard

When I don't want you to see me I switch it up
I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera

In the back like Ooh wee

We rolling

I hustle man it's what I do man

Wait ****** gon' try and tell me how to do this