Hustlin

If I said it, I meant it, ****

We all in, ha-ha-ha, everything's tailored

And fuck it, we ain't, we ain't gotta go to the store no more

I got my own papers, baby girl

Finna get my own weed, too

Get you a pound, let you roll that shit

Uh, I'm rolling up the windows while I'm smoking weed

Driving through my town like I don't know the speed

Counting so much paper, I can't fold it up

Bad bitch, she sucks me while I'm rolling up

Yeah, bitch, you probably see me everywhere

Money long, now my house got TV's everywhere

Literally everywhere you turn, you see a flat-screen

New bitch, looked nothing like my last fling

Riding in a Maserati, ****, no shirt

**** probably hating on me, but it won't work

Camo shorts on like a general

Mind on a mil, blowing on medicinal

I'm just a young **** hustlin', yeah

Hustlin', yeah

I'm just a young **** hustlin', yeah

Hustlin', yeah

Been through every **** town, never had a problem

Young millionaire, never had a job, though

Throw that money up and watch her hit the ground

As long as your money up, she said it's going down

Brought her homegirl, said that she don't do friends

Kick the bitch out and make her find new friends

Should I get hella high or buy some new rims?

Seven-forty-five or a new Benz?

I take every day and live like it's the weekend

Doing it all, if you ain't balling, take a seat then

If I said it, I meant it

Throw a stack at that bitch ass, let her pay her rent with it

I'm just a young **** hustlin', yeah

Hustlin', yeah

I'm just a young **** hustlin', yeah

Hustlin', yeah