Hustler

Don't make this complicated (don't make it!)

My old school candy painted (for real!)

I hustle hard

When I come through they're like "Oh my God!"

(THAT NIGGA CLEAN!)

From the beginning it was written I suppose

I break a whole into 36 O's - and move it

I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money, I ain't trippin on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes - but dig it

I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler baby

Yeah!

I come through, I have the hoes like "Ooh-wee"

Seats in the old school Louie

The shoes and the belt buckle Louie

We don't need more details now, do we?

Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion

You gon' need Cartier frames to see my vision

It smells like Creed mixed with weed, this is classy and hood

Drama llama time nigga what's good?

Dominos muh'fucker, it's time to collect

Stack paper like I'm tryin to fix the national debt

I'm just doin what I wanna do, I trip through your set

This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit

From the beginning it was written I suppose

I break a whole into 36 O's - and move it

I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money, I ain't trippin on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes - but dig it

I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler baby

Get on my level bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with

We talk marketin, distribution and politics

Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the ol' block

I sell a chip off a whole rock $10 a pop

I'm a magnet, a bitch 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 fit the shit

We ain't promised tomorrow, a nigga gone and get the shit

That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing

In case you ain't noticed, it's a Queens thing

From the beginning it was written I suppose

I break a whole into 36 O's - and move it

I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money, I ain't trippin on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes - but dig it

I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?)

I'm a hustler baby

OHHH! 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 a Suburban

In this bullet-proof, bomb-proof, leather six whatever

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 rollin

I hustle man, it's what I do man

What a nigga gon', what a nigga gon' try to tell me?

How to do this?