Hustle Man lyrics

[Intro]
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)

[Verse 1]
Man, bad b*tches like street n*ggas, I just want a b*tch that keep it street with me
I want a b*tch who pus*y wet soon as she see a n*gga (Soon as she see a n*gga)
I want a b*tch who after we f*ck, don't wanna leave a n*gga (Yeah)
While I'm in it, she tellin' me to have a baby with her
Just tapped the curb and I was ridin' in my Benz
Man, twenty million streams while I'm in the striker slidin' again
Don't see me out and put your head down, you know what time it is
You gotta know my pockets fat like they 'bout to have some kids (Like they 'bout to drop a baby)
Man, let me show you how to drive this b*tch
Thirty thousand cash on me now, that's why I walk like this
Man, you be strеssin' 'bout that money, I be gettin' all kinds of sh*t
Man, you want beef, thеn I'ma put some money on you like a condiment
I'm the hustle man, you need it, I got it, I ain't got it on me
Man, I was on the phone with Face tellin' him these n*ggas finished
Man, I'll show you how to break that b*tch down, I ain't no lil' [?]
Matter fact, I brought two bricks out today, I'm in your hood with 'em

[Interlude]
Better get this sh*t while it's gettin' good, n*gga

[Verse 2]
They like, "Hustle man, what you sellin'?" (They like what you sellin'?) I'm like, "What you buyin'?"
It's like we flyin' to the custos, I'm takin' my time
If I was you, I wouldn't waste my time (Yeah)
'Cause I'ma hit your ass with 40 or the fin when I make my mind (Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga)
They say my numbers goin' crazy, they probably think I'm [?]
To keep it real, I'll probably never sign the deal and end up bigger than Plies
Custom man, I'll bring it to you in rain
Man, I'll bring it to you way across the world in different states
Man, I'll bring it to you in snow, we sold it at my auntie place
Man, lightskin and I'm always in my feelings, I keep a Drac'
I'm like, "Quit playin' with me"
Man, I just came to make a sell, I got my mans with me
Boogz be done blew your ass down, he got his fan with him
And Fat Dev with me, he got his fan with him
Man, it be grown men actin' just like hoes, I can't stand n*ggas
They like, "Hustle man, what you sellin'?" (They like what you sellin'?) I'm like, "What you buyin'?"
You could sell whatever to your phone like mine