Hustler Musik

Hit me

Right in the sternum this time, T-baby

Shit

You already know, you already know

You already know, yeah

Damn

Shit

This that hustler musik

Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler musik

So ride to it, y'all

Vibe to it, y'all

Damn

Goddamn

Mix done hit a **** in his head with this one

I'ma paint the city red with this one

I'm ahead with this one

See you fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas

No assistance

Just that persistence

With that commitment

If I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight

I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne

And if the kid ain't right, then let me die on this song

See, I be riding, just riding along

With my daddy on my mind, like: "You gotta be kidding!

How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?"

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king

Shall be

So I be who I be

That's me

That's Weezy F Baby

And please say the mothafuckin'

So I be who I be

That's me

That's Weezy F Baby

And please say the mothafuckin'

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eatin'

So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky

My feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge

If the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no

Lord!

Money is the motivation

Facing the avenue

Back touching the wall

Got the weed, got the gun

Gotta run when I hear the bird call

Damn

Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off

You know me, they call me Birdman Junior

Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it

Phantom of the Opera

All black, guap tint, locked in

I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in

Bulletproof, leave a **** with a bullet-roof

Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him Bullet Tooth

I'm like, "What it do? What it do?"

There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two

If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second

Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing

I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing

I take it for what it's worth

To the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eatin'

So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky

My feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge

If the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no

Lord!

I ain't never killed nobody, I promise

And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track

And make me go back

That thing'll go rrrat!

That boy'll lay flat, so flat

That act is what I perform amongst you haters

Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating

Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what you saying?

Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in

Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba

Streets reply I look right in a four-seater

You know I be out here, right in a four-seater

Top floor of the Four Seasons

Four of them whores, and they all know how to cook it up

And, look, I got some

And only one know how to bag

Bitch, bundle up

See, it's a cold world

So, homie, bundle up

We ain't on this grind for nothin'

Now get your hustle up

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eatin'

So, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky

My feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge

If the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no

Lord!

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eatin'

So, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky

My feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge

If the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no

Lord

Man, man, this be that hustler musik

Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler musik, y'all

So ride to it, y'all

And vibe to it, y'all

I'm asking y'all, please, please

Young Weezy got that hustler musik

Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler musik

Ride to it, y'all

Vibe to it, y'all

Vibe to it, y'all

Chyeah, chyeah

It's real shit, man

It's real talk, man

It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ay

It's real shit, man

It's real talk, boy

It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go

I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is

Better guard your kids, guard your face

Better guard your body, we warned the place

We here!

Fuck bitches!

It's Young Money, ****