Hustler

Don't make this complicated

My old school candy painted

I hustle hard

When I come through they like Oh my God That ni**a clean

From the beginning it was written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 ounce

And move it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes

But dig it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

I come through I had the hoes like "Who he

Seats in the old school Louis

Shoes and the belt buckle Louis

We don't need more details now do we

Let 'em sag my swag is True Religion

You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision

It smells like cream mixed with w**d this is classy and hood

Drama llama time ni**a what's good

Domino's motherf**ker it's time to collect

Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt

I'm just doing what I wanna do I trip these set

This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi sh*t

From the beginning it was written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 ounce

And move it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes

But dig it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

Get on my level b**ch I'm careful who I kick it with

We talk market and distribution and politics

Got a chip on my shoulder chip off the whole block

I sell the chip of a whole rock 10 dollars a pop

I'm a magnet the b**ch can't help but watch me

Socks drawers undershirt Versace Versace Versace

Designer threads in every form of fashion

I express myself so the question I'm askin

Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 sh*t

We ain't promised tomorrow ni**a go on and get the sh*t

That skull and bones that Alexander McQueen thing

In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing

From the beginning it was written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 ounce

And move it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes

But dig it I'm a hustler baby

I'm a hustler baby

Oh it's cold out here

It's my kind of weather I'm cold blooded

It's 50

When I come through you see me

In the Suburbans that's bulletproof bomb proof leather six what else

When I go hard I go hard

When I don't want you to see me I switch it up

I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera

In the back like Ooh wee

We rolling

I hustle man it's what I do man

Wait ** gon' try and tell me how to do this