Hustler

Don't make this complicated

My old school candy painted

I hustle hard

When I come through they like Oh my God That nigga 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 weed this is classy and hood

Drama llama time nigga 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 shit

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 bitch 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 bitch 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 shit

We ain't promised tomorrow nigga go on and get the shit

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 niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this