I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I get the money, I'm a hustler So if you're buying what I'm selling, you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted

Child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm a grown-ass man child, baby (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand I'm a grown-ass man child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler Wife was the light of

Ya, women have a way with a fool Fellas, the fix is in Woman had the upper hand since the time of original sin God gave men the muscle, He gave women all the brains Buddy, you got to hustle just to keep yourself in the game Ladies, we beg your pardon if

I rode the Central And I hustled the L and N Don't cry baby Your papa will be home some day Don't the clouds look lonesome Across the deep blue sea Did you ever go down Mobile and K C line Did you ever go down On the Mobile and K C line

Get off your ass and hustle Niggas they runnin' for cover I'm fuckin' your bitch under covers I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight

EST (what the fuck) Let's bring some reality to it, And the whole gang's in here, yeah, bitch (bitch) OK, EST for life, 40 motherfuckin' days I hustled, 40 nights I got 40 deep behind me, ain't a motherfuckin' nice 40 swishas, 40 bitches, went from

Hustle and mo' Hustle and motivate Nigga I don't do this for nothing, no From the ground up, yeah Well, I don't do this shit for nothing, no Not at all, yeah My money real, money real So I don't do this shit for nothing, no, not at all I told her I got

His parents hustled So he was left alone by himself a lot So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do When boys in the hood came out, This little nigga rolled himself a joint And watched the whole motherfucker by itself His pops didn't give a fuck,

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh? Pray for me Hallucination of money, while nigga's