Talk Like a Hustler lyrics

[Intro]
I ain’t got…
I feel good
I ain’t got…
Take one sleeve off the f*cking [?] understand me
What up cool E dre tell your squad
And understand we appreciate this one
What up Joe Craig we are all up in cali
I got a spot in South-beach baby
Rest in peace boy

[Verse 1]
Rolling stock in count Rocky
On the street where n*ggas watch me, you plotting
I'm probably getting at knocking it
I'm a holler grow problem like follow me yeah
Come and be my death volatile
That's why I'm here
I come to get that scratch
I been to jail twice and tell them
Craickers cuz I ain't never going back huh
Roll through the city with the metal on my back huh
Gave me a shot and send several of them back huh
Gave me some money they won't ever get it back now
1 million 2 million 3 million I'm stacked now
No more crack now it's in the back for now
Just in case sh*t crack down
I never back down
sh*t, b*tch, I might react now
But 4 million 5 million 6 million I'm that now
Where you at clown
I'm high in the sky you at grounds
So sit down you b*tch you
[Chorus]
I got the money on my mind
The pistol on my side
Now make a make a n*gga hide that pride
I ain’t got…
Time with them b*tches
Trying to get them riches
Real n*ggas know that vision
I ain’t got…
Time for them haters
Trying to get them papers
Real ladies know that labour
I ain’t got…
Time for them snitches
Trying to get them riches
Real n*ggas know that vision

[Verse 2]
You mothaf*ckkas know what I'm out here doing
And you ain't got to buy it if you not into it
Don't block influence through [?] light scream
I'm on the same ass block letting the bell ring
Looking for the one, I'm the one in the back
I could get your stomach out of your back
I can make your sh*t better
This better than what them selling
They need drugs no P selling
That I'm the medicine man yes I am him
Yep yep hiphip hooray 20 hard came today
And too large was the pay and the coast car said it was okay bring the boys to the bay and my b*tch look like and [?] so I call here bait she put bags in her bra and the keys in the case
If she ever try to skate with the cake
And relocate I got a social and a birthday
b*tch please
[Chorus]
I got the money on my mind
The pistol on my side
Now make a make a n*gga hide that pride
I ain’t got…
Time with them b*tches
Trying to get them riches
Real n*ggas know that vision
I ain’t got…
Time for them haters
Trying to get them papers
Real ladies know that labour
I ain’t got…
Time for them snitches
Trying to get them riches
Real n*ggas know that vision

[Verse 3]
I talk like a hustler, walk like a hustler
Stripper attitude only money make me move
Dapa dance that’s I'm the stunting part two
I got an image to uphold and my image do too
I'm off the scrimmage line like [?] it two-two
I‘m with the quarterback give it to you
I got 100 sex and a 100 women French twist
b*tch and we don't even talk we just French kiss
I can never get pinched
I'm rocking like a big pimp
I'm only dated hustlers so I can only commend them
And never roll with a dummy on your hip hip
Had a judge giving you a run on sentence
Never that I keep the gun on for that business
And when I'm not I'm at business, see that's that
Mad business, keep the simplistics
People this cash money, n*gga just with it
[Chorus]
I got the money on my mind
The pistol on my side
Now make a make a n*gga hide that pride
I ain’t got…
Time with them b*tches
Trying to get them riches
Real n*ggas know that vision
I ain’t got…
Time for them haters
Trying to get them papers
Real ladies know that labour
I ain’t got…
Time for them snitches
Trying to get them riches
Real n*ggas know that vision

[Outro]
Young weezy got that motaf*cka hustler’s music
Keeping coming with that motaf*cka hustler’s music
Yo and vibe to it yo and vibe to it yo

That mothaf*cka
Young weezy got that motaf*cka hustler’s music
Keeping coming with that motaf*cka hustler’s music
Yo and ribe to it yo and ride to it yo

Hey see to see
Why come
See me
But I...
See to see
I see you see
And I see you
And I see you love
Yeah yeah yeah yeah f*ck
High is my reply, boy