Still Hustlin’ lyrics

[Intro: Peewee Longway]
Ow
Yeah, do it
Tippin' on you n*ggas like a j*rk
Man
No doubt, okay, cool, that's why I f*ck with you
Keep it common, cuz, turn me up some more, cuz, yeah
f*ck 'em, go and twerk on 'em

[Verse 1: Kamaiyah]
To fill up my safe
n*gga, ain't nobody safe
Road running at my own pace
Maneuvering out of the way from the jakes and the snakes
All the fakes who ain't doing the race
b*tch, I got it made
It's only facts that I state
Fraud hoes, y'all just can't relate
They anticipate
Every step or move I make
I do all that sh*t that y'all can't
b*tch, I got made

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I just keep it real, I was raised like this
I'm always in the trap, I'm gettin' paid like this
I just went to Neimans and I bought four-fifths
She gon' ride a n*gga like an Uber or a Lyft
I'ma take a risk, you know a n*gga really road runnin'
And you know I got them bags for them very low numbers
I done made at least an M or more the last four summers
If a b*tch ain't really bad then I don't want her phone number
n*ggas always got they hand out, they wanna hold something
Need a b*tch with double D's, a natural, real grown woman
Need a field with fifty acres, I'm just tryna grow something
I just really wanna pop the seal, I'm tryna pour something
I just went and copped the Wraith and I don't never ever drive
All this Dior on my body, I'm the freshest thing alive
Heard you n*ggas super pus*y, you ain't never gonna slide
In the leaf, I got some killer, I get some sherbet and combine
[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
I done made a whole lot of something
From a whole lot of nothing, still hustling, ayy
Y'all do a whole lot of frontin'
f*ck the bullsh*t, n*gga, get money
All I know is get bands, get bands
All I know is get cash quick fast
Run it up, get racks, sent bags
I done made all this cash to kick back

[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
I just made 300K today in one minute
Today I might just wake up and go drippin' in the Fendi
Blue Benjamin baguetties, spent one-fifty on my pendant
These racks on me ain't bendin', I stay strapped up with the semi
I feel like Uncle Scrooge, the way I'm swimmin' in these bucks
Forty on my Balencis, I like drippin' with my boss
I'm sippin' on that Henn' again, I'm done with the 'Tuss
This my fourth M&M, f*ck it, wrap the bus
Get the Richard Mille plain, then we bust
Got to go if she ain't f*ckin'
In the A, we smoke the musty
Stick gon' make 'em do the dougie
Nothin' but oops and cousin
n*gga, we shoot a dozen (Neighborhood)
n*gga, keep the river rushin'
n*gga, we use the button
I just want the money, keep it comin', nothin' but hundreds
Kick back, I just made somethin' out of nothin'
Finally hit that, I just found out it wasn't nothin'
I done f*cked up, bounced back like it ain't nothin'
In traffic with my hard hat, I pray it don't jam
Bought the GT, that new Bentayga, now f*ck it, buy the Lam'
Then I vegan ate this rhyme check like we don't eat the lamb
I need Euro paper now, sh*t, I'm tryna spend them pounds
Longway, b*tch
[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
I done made a whole lot of something
From a whole lot of nothing, still hustling, ayy
Y'all do a whole lot of frontin'
f*ck the bullsh*t, n*gga, get money
All I know is get bands, get bands
All I know is get cash quick fast
Run it up, get racks, sent bags
I done made all this cash to kick back