[Chorus]
Hustle for the money man I need dinero i just wanna live it lika super hero dashing all these commas with a buncha zeros i just want this paper wanna count dinero
[VERSE]
Back up motha f*cka i dont even know ya if u dont think im bout it imma f*ckn show ya count’n up dinero before I go to bed tryna touch my money boi u f*ckn dead sh*t I dont have to lie because u kno i live it u talk like u the plug but u ain't kno i give it all my homies eat’n we ain't never sleep’n cop’d a chain im leaving now my neck is freezing getting this paper man i need dinero tryna make cash like im robert deniro stackn the dollas im stakcn em euros wanna live large wanna live like a pharo man i keep on flowing and they cannot stop me see i got these bars with the hunger of rocky if i see u lurkn we shoot in the lobby i dont need a strap like my last name was ali
Chaning up the game imma start a new wave making all the hits n the sh*t that u crave n if u sleepn on me have u dig yo own grave who int he hell would thought that i would have my own wave see I been workn hard so i gotta ball turn this michael kors into an automar running outta bottles time to order more move it to my custi man this mean its war
[Chorus]
Hustle for the money man I need dinero i just wanna live it lika super hero dashing all these commas with a buncha zeros i just want this paper wanna count dinero
[VERSE]
Man no one wanna see u do it till u known they ain't like u at the bottom man now u blown sometimes i just think that I am better off alone gon cop a crib in new york and a crib in rome
Ridding round my city with the top down bending ya girl over with her top down dont care what u herd this is my town sitting at the thrown come get me my crown fame n the fourtion man it will not fazy me im still at the bottom its driving me crazy im lighting the L boy an we never be lazy gon roll up my promblems lite it getting wavy i dont understand em man i want a phantom got girls in the hotel that we picked at random im taking this off got no plans for a landen got grams on the scale i roll nicks in my cannon I live and i learn loose n I earn roll up ya problems n lit itj slim he supply it got weed in a earn letting it burn u kno its my turn see cash im excited im getting invited break these hunneds i earn workn for my cash man u kno i get it spending all this paper man I never sweat it choppa choppa down man u kno im ready 13 on a friday cut u up like freddie in these streeets u in a jungle man not at home if u hearin something u are not alone run ya pockets give me everything ya own get’n beat right on the street where u belong
[Chorus]
Hustle for the money man I need dinero i just wanna live it lika super hero dashing all these commas with a buncha zeros i just want this paper wanna count dinero