Hustle 101 lyrics

[Hook]
This is what I do, turn nothin' into somethin'
If it ain't about money, man you ain't sayin' nothin'
And you may catch me OT tryna flip though
You run up, say hello to my pistol
I rock it up, chop it up, I'm tryna move somethin'
I hit the stash, grab the bag, gotta do somethin'
And once I get it, I'ma flip it, stack it up or somethin'
I'm 'bout my money man, 'bout my money, man

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Seen quiet days, loud nights
Made it easy for the boys to raid, spray their ass with Raid
Dawg I ain't sayin' sh*t
Bread, look, I can teach you how to flip
Look, uh, hustle 101
First get a gun, hop out, make all them n*ggas run
Two, look, make it to the dope spot
But watch out for the cops, aye, watch out for the wooptie
Third, get an 8 ball to test it out
Make sure that this your route, if it don't work, tell 'em it's a drought
Fourth, look, sh*t I ain't goin' back to fourth
You better have that bread or sh*t, it's over with your head
Realist sh*t I ever said, n*gga money over dead
Hoes you'd rather f*ck instead, now repent
Death among gents, smack 'em senseless and six inch sh*t
I told him keep his distance, relentless for instance
[Hook]
This is what I do, turn nothin' into somethin'
If it ain't about money, man you ain't sayin' nothin'
And you may catch me OT tryna flip though
You run up, say hello to my pistol
I rock it up, chop it up, I'm tryna move somethin'
I hit the stash, grab the bag, gotta do somethin'
And once I get it, I'ma flip it, stack it up or somethin'
I'm 'bout my money man, 'bout my money, man

[Verse 2: Jem Cretes]
First you gotta move out of state with a tool
Catch a knot, turn a rule, when them sharks in the pool
Feds on attack where we clack for the food
Hustle 101: every day cash rules
This is how I'm pitchin', every day gettin'
My vision's so gangsta, my n*ggas so anchored
I'm from the trap house where the gats out, bitter
We cash out sisters and we man out n*ggas
Wilmington's the city but I move so gritty
So quickly, no iffy, no murder, no pity
I'm I-made, five way, and n*ggas wanna try J
Highways on Friday, like Cube, it's my day
b*tch n*ggas comin' short, Debo through your whole source
f*ck n*ggas wanna clown, n*gga I can muscle down
n*gga you ain't from my town, you hustle like your momma now
Your hustle with a swallow now, open up, gobble down
[Hook]
This is what I do, turn nothin' into somethin'
If it ain't about money, man you ain't sayin' nothin'
And you may catch me OT tryna flip though
You run up, say hello to my pistol
I rock it up, chop it up, I'm tryna move somethin'
I hit the stash, grab the bag, gotta do somethin'
And once I get it, I'ma flip it, stack it up or somethin'
I'm 'bout my money man, 'bout my money, man