Hustle Music lyrics

[Verse]
Hoes say I missed out, but I took the cash out
Now I'm doing good on everything I want all cash now
b*tches say "they love me" Ion know so I ask them how
But they say I just don't know, like I'm lil bow wow
Balling left and right, motor city fast life
Keep a small circle dawg cause these n*ggas ain't right
I been up all night just sitting back and thinking bout why n*ggas hating? How I can give them so much reasons?
My life is a movie but I ain't Denzel
I'm asking n*ggas go home or do they wanna go to hell?
I got a 40 with a 30 it'll send yo ass to hell
And I'm making sure u die so yo b*tch ass can't tell
I love bad b*tches, but i got a thing for rats cause its sum bout a hood b*tch that know how to throw it back
I gave a b*tch a hug, she grab me tight, I tell her hold on, she say "I love the smell of your Gucci cologne"
b*tches hug me so tight, hoes wanna be my wife but really I'm just hoping she f*ck on the first night
In the coupe racing money got me running red lights, watching out for red and blues cause them pigs out tonight
Young fly n*gga I'm the hottest in the city, I been thinking bout changing my name to Smoove Diddy
f*cking wit Rio we the dynamic duo that's my true religion brother why you other n*ggas [?]
I go out in public I make hoes stop and stare they say "Is it really him? Oh my god he cut his hair"
I turn yo main into a groupie even [?] wouldn't do me I'm Mr. hit a n*gga b*tch boy don't even act stupid
I got 5 in each pocket now stick it in my stitching
Hoes come over after school and tell they mama they in detention
Yeah, just a chill day watching god cut on the flat and a lil [?] wit a grand on my lap
Its no days off me and bro can't allow cause I'm addicted to having stacks that be thinking it cashed out
f*ck all my hoes I play them b*tches like some dummies, one call me the other day talking bout she still love me
Ion trust no b*tch and ion put none past her, no matter what she tell you dawg you ain't the only one that's smacking
I done heard everything every story that's in the book so if a b*tch tell me sum I just give her ass the look
Riding in a M6 cruising looking at my wrist, a n*gga had to switch hands cause it blind me the way it glisten
b*tches hit me up put they self on the flo like wassup for this weekend I'm trynna hang with you and Rio
Imma show off n*gga yeah real flex he got, might just bring my rollie out so I can catch a b*tch out
Ion f*ck with to many I like to stay up in my circle f*cking with my n*ggas dawg and I swear to God imma hurt you
Sitting in my SS thinking damn life's the best got 180 on my dash like I'm bout to race a jet
On my iPhone 5 I be getting real freaky, facetiming hoes talking bout show me a titty
Just got me a sprite I'm bout to pour a couple lines
Same b*tch that got you sprung I done hit a 1000 times
My old b*tch talking down acting like I ain't f*ck her, but she's the same b*tch that was crying on the phone whenIi dumped her
People ask me why I say I say I can't help it
Cause I keep more green in my pocket than a Celtic, you a lame ass n*gga all you n*ggas wannabes
Talking bout you blowing loud but all I hear is Reggie seeds
I kill every beat I'm better than you grown n*ggas, you been rapping for 10 years and you still ain't known n*gga
I'm a known home wrecker a any b*tch hitter cause she gone leave with me even if she got a n*gga
Watching where I step I can't scuff my forces this my 3rd pair this week I run through them faster than [?]
Fast life gang I'm living like I'm 23 its ashame you grown n*ggas can't even compare to me