Hustle Lyrics

I was the last nigga to run it up

Counted me out, I've been counting up ever sense

Now that I'm coming up

Fuck conversation, I only get excited about Jeffersons

Yeah I made some racks today

Yeah I did some math today

I was the last nigga to run it up

Counted me out, I've been counting up ever sense

Now that I'm coming up

Fuck conversation, I only get excited about Jeffersons

Yeah I made some racks today

I really flipped packs today

Get the money, get it out the way

I did some math today

RIP to who passed away

Granny ain't see me graduate

If money's the subject, I get that

Every time y'all see me got big stacks

For your Whopper I'm upping this Big Mac

Talking tough get your mutherfucking wig snatched

Type of nigga to get hit and then hit back

Dawg I got a bag on my celly

I can't believe shit a ho tell me

Pull it out and I nut on her belly

Bitch come outside and get up with me

It's gone be homicides, think you hoeing me

I can't let this high take control of me

Bitch you gonna die if you owe me

I still rep my city like Kobe

You can't up the score, I'm the goalie

I been Badass before Joey

I'm posted up in that 'field, I'm so Holy

I was the last nigga to run it up

Counted me out, I've been counting up ever sense

Now that I'm coming up

Fuck conversation, I only get excited about Jeffersons

Yeah I made some racks today

I really flipped packs today

Get the money, get it out the way

I did some math today

RIP to who passed away

Granny ain't see me graduate

Wait your turn to be grown, lil nigga

Cuz I'm really toting, you think that I'm playing

I've been walking around with poles, lil nigga

Lil boy, keep your head up

You could be the next dead opp

Up the glizzy, make his head pop

I really came from the bottom

And I cannot stop it, I put in long nights

Just to be the main topic

All of that work, y'all be slaving

They hate the shit we creating

Look at the bread I've been making

I was never into baking

But I'm on lil nigga

So let me glow for a minute

But soon as the money get gone

Your family go ghost, your friends going missing

I can't fuck with yall, I keep my distance

I keep a Rod-man like I play with Pistons

Like an accountant, I'm playing with digits

If you owe me, Imma need it this instant

Or me and my niggas gone pull up and get it

Thats all that i know

Shit I ain't even famous, they stealing my flow

It ain't never no static with me bout no ho

If you can't get right, you getting left at the door

I was the last nigga to run it up

Counted me out, I've been counting up ever sense

Now that I'm coming up

Fuck conversation, I only get excited about Jeffersons

Yeah I made some racks today

I really flipped packs today

Get the money, get it out the way

I did some math today

RIP to who passed away

Granny ain't see me graduate