Hustle lyrics

[Hook:Ca$hBoii]
I got 2 straps like a backpack
I got the ball like a running back
Money, and Hoes, and the Cars
n*gga I’m fallin’ in love with that
I might pull up and then hit the Dabb
I might pull up and then pop ya man
I might pull up and then blow some bands
If you talk sh*t, then you catchin’ hands
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Man I be gettin’ that money
You n*ggas is broke yeah you bummy
I got all this sh*t, yeah it’s funny
I’ll do anything for the money

[Verse 1: Ca$hBoii]
Hustle Hustle Hustle
My n*ggas got that muscle
If Young Metro don’t trust ya
The gun gon’ get to bustin’
Yeah all my n*ggas be cashin’
We run to the money, we dashin’
My diamonds are water they splashin’
This song is so lit it’s an anthem
I got girls in Toronto
Miami, Cali, out to London
Credit cards never jammin'
Gun all black, it’s a Phantom
We are the modern Good Fellas
Plus, we rocking Margiela
We got money, we got hella
We already rich, don’t tell us
[Hook: Ca$hBoii]
I got 2 straps like a backpack
I got the ball like a running back
Money, and Hoes, and the Cars
n*gga I’m fallin’ in love with that
I might pull up and then hit the Dabb
I might pull up and then pop ya man
I might pull up and then blow some bands
If you talk sh*t, then you catchin’ hands
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Man I be gettin’ that money
You n*ggas is broke yeah you bummy
I got all this sh*t, yeah it’s funny
I’ll do anything for the money

[Verse 2: Ca$hBoii]
Cash Gang that’s the squad boy we hold it down
We the ones who run the streets we got em hot now
This song is so damn lit it caused a lockdown
If we don’t get the money now then we walk out
Young n*gga, we fresh up off the block
Riding in the two seater screamin’ ‘f*ck the Cops’
All we do is ball n*gga, we don’t ever talk
Wait until September when that f*ckin’ mixtape drop
Pulled up workin’, my fingers they be hurtin’
I got yo main b*tch in the condo, twerkin’ for a Birkin
Got money, my palms are itchin’
You talk a whole lotta sh*t, why you b*tchin’
When I start talk to ya, you better f*ckin’ listen
AK is fully automatic, no clicking
[Hook: Ca$hBoii]
I got 2 straps like a backpack
I got the ball like a running back
Money, and Hoes, and the Cars
n*gga I’m fallin’ in love with that
I might pull up and then hit the Dabb
I might pull up and then pop ya man
I might pull up and then blow some bands
If you talk sh*t, then you catchin’ hands
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Man I be gettin’ that money
You n*ggas is broke yeah you bummy
I got all this sh*t, yeah it’s funny
I’ll do anything for the money