Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8fcQMRoakk&index=77&list=PLMBy65FRLs_RuKN65PrZ3T_ppCSa8z9SA
[Verse 1]
Self educated, self grown
Six shots loaded in the revolver, call her my problem solver
Send a b*tch home sick, snitch on me, lie dead in a ditch
I don’t f*ck wit’ the Abercrombie & Fitch, I only got clothes for the rich
Threaten me, I’ll ask “Know who you f*ckin’ wit’ b*tch?”
Loss of balance in your stash, sent straight to my pocket
See I hustle fast, and shoot faster than a rocket
C*ck the glock back, turn your white socks red
See I’m totally fed up with this low level s*it
Tired of ops actin’ like 4-year-olds throwin’ hissy fits
F*ck this up and you finna get your throat slit
No more underpowered little b*tch boys to work wit’
I see you fit for the job, then boy jump on board
We got hustle for you get that sword in the stone
Get that heavy money, promise you show it off, you finna get a honey fast
But fam it ain’t ‘bout that, it’s ‘bout makin’ cash last
Keep on it wit’ the hustle, get yourself to the top-end-muscle
Take my side and I’ll make your bank account rustle
[Hook]
Never stop hustlin’, cuz when I run my pockets be tusslin’
Take a dollar from me, grab by the collar send you to hell
See gettin’ a pay day is all good and well
But stay wit’ me on this grind, I promise we finna get you a paycheck
‘Cause boy you know that every dollar counts
Loss of digits in his account, sent straight to mine
Cop the gold among silver, call it a good find
See this is just what happens on our daily grind
[Verse 2]
Listen, listen
Got the diamonds glistenin’ on my fingers
The way I came out, I’m an instant winner, the way I’m grindin’
My bank account’s never gettin’ thinner, funny how you talk ‘bout my ego
When you know you gotta keep yo’ mouth shut, or I’ll make the gat show
Cuz I’m a rich white boy who always got the dro on the go
Ask me if I got money? Boy you already know
Rollin’ up another one, watch my method, it’s like a high class show
The fire from my mouth melts the cold Canadian snow
See I’m like fresh picked weed, long time before I grow old
By the time my verse is over, my boy O1 better have another one rolled
‘Cause besides this all I got time for is the diamonds and the gold
I stay on that hustle to keep my bank account from goin’ cold
I’m up their with the money because I grabbed life with a choke hold
The way these ops be actin’ they gonna have a dead body littered with mold
Show me the new Ferrari all you’ll hear is “sold”
[Hook] |