Rich Boy Back To The Hustle текст песни, слова песни Back To The Hustle Rich Boy
Rich Boy - Back To The Hustle
Coming near a lot of money with a push like a stand
And I'm a get in with the backyard the size of the park
Six car Gallard with several rides to pull
Can't be on calamari what I'm eating for dinner
Fresh food, some cumba soup while I check my junga
Niggas getting hypnotized by these women on my side
This a made batch, I'm a lit this on for try
While I relax and get the fance about these chicks
I need some more money like these bitches need sex
80 thousand dollar twirper, special bitches, and my motor
So before we try to race I hope you know it's over
Soon as they let you free, you back in 'bout a month
Had to take some time to sit down and think about what you want
Out of life, cook this ice of money real I ain't shit
Don't let them lock you up my nigga
Get this shit and get it c'mon
Y'all already know my style, my swag, my flag
My dude, I do this for you
My life, my love, my fam, goddamn
I drain my city and even my crew
Cause when the heat's turning up
Then the money came low
Tell me where you gonna go?
To the hustle
Y'all already know my style, my swag, my flag
My dude, I do this for you
You beran canarian, the stone reflected
Steep and to the ass with their headlights protecting
Sitting at the intersection, bitches looking so pleasant
A white Maseratti makes the hoes get ambitious
Same how these niggas tried to play me since my bear came
5 50 frame, didn't Mona Lisa any fame
Champagne popping till these bitches get enough
Groupest nigga known each other till they feel the nut
Panties on my shit and when the bad freed by my pool du vie
Tryna get this money, you a motherfucking fool
Billion dollars in my brain, I'm counting all my dreams
Million life plan on my faith of this dream
Panoramic use of this room through this Benz roof
Niggas turn around, be your friend then try to kill you
Judge don't really fear you so you think it's suicide
If you want to do it right then take this 45 and fly
Y'all already know my style, my swag, my flag
My dude, I do this for you
My life, my love, my fam, goddamn
I drain my city and even my crew
Cause when the heat's turning up
Then the money came low
Tell me where you gonna go?
To the hustle
Y'all already know my style, my swag, my flag
My dude, I do this for you
Aye, young nigga change that paper, what the fuck you waiting on?
It's pistol on, Bluetooth activated, see your phones
I'm living life, I'm keen to pop to fuck these fools up
We don't own a tank rap beat cause we don't give a fuck
When I was one they left that nigga Michael on the hanging
This scene was seen a bonus streek, a way deeper than buying
These niggas learned their lesson in the recession
Now they can't get a dime from bitches that they was impressing
Now ask yourself a question. Do you really wanna die young?
Niggas acting like total guns and taking lives
From tomorrow I betcha another nigga lose his life
I'm brighter than light
This one is mine so fuck the price
I'm regarding later tripped out in diamonds, big timin'
Son on the one and only girl so bitch I've been shining
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