[Intro]
Yea Ho, Yea Ho, Yea Ho
World Wide Hustler
[Verse 1]
Call a boy that n*gga, so first f*ck all you haters
I got a PSA, get off my di*k, get do some paper
I live by example, my sh*t rob a bank
I am a lieutenant, strapped up so don't panic
Think I'm out my f*ckin' mind, I'm on my muthaf*ckin' grind
You say I ain't, then you done lost yo rabid ass mind
You obviously a retard, yo b*tch think I'm a [?] hard
Rolls doors from my wiener, swear that b*tch is so hard
Ain't nothin' but a dope boy, Chevy's in my front yard
My n*ggas gon' get money on any Martin Luther
On any boulevard, pullevard, pretty [?]
n*ggas talkin' sh*t, mind on all that foreign, bringin' ours
More ratches than mechanics
All these diamonds dancin'
Don't tell me something I don't know
No, we do not do car notes
A whole lotta basmo
Wels is doin' cashflow
Fresh outta the trap
Product still smellin' like gun smoke
I bring that gasoline-o
2 liters for the slow-mo
Go back down Marino
In Miami on a speedboat
All I know is ballin'
b*tch this may look like schooling
Yo baby momma keep callin'
That decap must be ballin'
[Hook]
(Yea ho, yea ho, yea ho)
And we don't wanna smoke with ya
(Yea ho, yea ho, yea ho)
We don't f*ck with ya, you f*ck b*tch
(Yea ho, yea ho, yea ho)
And no, you can't count the money with us
(Yea ho, yea ho, yea ho)
[Verse 2]
I wake up every mornin', f*ck up all my to-do list
Rosay and my falute big, ballin', lil n*gga, I do this
To count down what I ate last night might take like half an hour
Self Versace boxers, watching cartoons with my choppa
I'm all about a dolla, try nickle ban every hour
Whole lotta grindin', n*gga, that's a lot of power
Wham back and I'm reclinin'
Everything designer, gotta watch with pus*y n*ggas
Come in all type of disguises
These b*tches ain't know betta, f*ck her soon as I met her
Drippin' all on the loaf, press button and a low sweater
Lil concentrate, but I'm sippin'
Concentratin' on gettin'
If I contemplate and upliftin'
Not complicated, now, is it?
[Hook]