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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hustle Gang
Hustle Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Translee Macklin
Translee Macklin
Composer
Kedral Long
Kedral Long
Composer
D. Hart
D. Hart
Composer
Bryce Harris
Bryce Harris
Composer
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Composer
C. Harris
C. Harris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elliot Stroud
Elliot Stroud
Producer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Mixing Engineer
Corey Smith
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Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Boom and bust and mind your business
I set the prices in the city
Dime trap and I'm the cap and no cap and I'm the greatest ever did it
Who finna check me?
Who gone check me, fucker?
I got the check, so who finna check me?
Who gone check me now?
Now they checking all day till they checking out
Who gone check me now?
Now they checking all day till they checking out
[Verse 2]
Secure the bag, lit it with my ****, fire away
Now I'm a the dealership sideways
Pull up in your driveway on a Friday, man, come party
Have them all retarded, babe, you ready if you started
I got bills on the dolly, hear that disco shit and Bobby, yeah
White hoes in my bathroom doing lines like a polygraph
Spanish bitch with molly, she like how it make her body feel
Black girls, they be smoking, drinking lean, popping Percocets
Take it clean, so chill world and refurbish it
Pour it, excitement needed, emergency
All the time I'm riding, ****, top down, I be jet flying
If your ho fine, I will go tramp slap her on the ass like, go tell, lil' bitch
[Verse 3]
Boom and bust and mind your business
I set the prices in the city
Dime trap and I'm the cap and no cap and I'm the greatest ever did it
Who finna check me?
Who gone check me, fucker?
I got the check, so who finna check me?
Who gone check me now?
Now they checking all day till they checking out
Who gone check me now?
Now they checking all day till they checking out
[Verse 4]
Dime trap and I'm a captain, ain't no captain make a **** start capping
Straight dabbing in the ladies fashion
Stupid lyric make me start rapping
Straight drop with the Yola
I got bricks in Pensacola
I got hoes up in Tennessee
And some bitches in the NOLA
Stupid head from your main broad
Shorty got some insane top
Man, her head so good, make a **** merely rock in his tank top
Drone trapping out at Bangkok
Show a **** how to bang cock
Any whip bump Amigo
Drop top while the rain drop
Big bombs standing outside
Chopper drawn, sitting outside
**** in the car talking shit
We'll blow his ass out the ride
Re-up, get some more white
Fuck around and get your new white
White bitches like Snow White
Bought a pound for a full pint
[Verse 5]
Boom and bust and mind your business
I set the prices in the city
Dime trap and I'm the cap and no cap and I'm the greatest ever did it
Who finna check me?
Who gone check me, fucker?
I got the check, so who finna check me?
Who gone check me now?
Now they checking all day till they checking out
Who gone check me now?
Now they checking all day till they checking out
[Verse 6]
Thots'll say the boy the illest
Ain't no cure for my sickness
Big smoke behind the gang member
Did it on a hustle gang bender
Got they father, one who down in Houston
Now I make you sing like Whitney
My bitch tripping 'bout the shit I'm sipping
She like, babe, you fucking up your kidneys
Hop out the Bentley, I don't got a suit on
But I can handle my business
Fuck how you feeling
And how you coming, I'm popping out hitting
Putting on Henn, yeah
At your front door like a Jehovah witness
They dig their own dip
Dipping and dabbing and running through bitches
South way, robber or me
I get cake, word to Cell Lee
But I ain't been using, oh man,  a new me
I used to slang that ghetto D like Master P
[Verse 7]
Boom and bust and mind your business
I set the prices in the city
Dime trap and I'm the cap and no cap and I'm the greatest ever did it
Who finna check me?
Who gone check me, fucker?
I got the check, so who finna check me?
Who gone check me now?
Now they checking all day till they checking out
Who gone check me now?
Now they checking all day till they checking out
Written by: Bryce Harris, C. Harris, Chandler Durham, D. Hart, Kedral Long, Translee Macklin

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