Don't make this complicated,
my old school candy painted
I hustle hard, when I come through they're like,
From the beginning it was written
I suppose, I break a hole on the 36 -0's
And move it, I'm a hustler baby,
I ain't trippin' on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby
Can you dig it? I'm a hustler, baby
I have the hoes like Louie
The seats in the old school Louis
The shoes in the felt buckle Louis
Let em sag, my swag is true religion
You gon' need Cartier frames
It smells like cream mixed with weed
This is Classy Hood, drama line my time,
Stack paper like I'm trying
I'm just doing what I want to do,
This is 50 on that Muammar
From the beginning it was written,
And move it, a hustler, baby
I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
Dig it, I'm a hustler, baby
I'm careful who I kick it with
distribution, and politics
Got a chip on my shoulder,
I sell a chip off a whole rock,
a bitch can't help but watch me
Sock s, girls, undershirt, Versace,
Designing threads in every form of fashion
so the question I'm askin'
Is this a flip or the next flip,
We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga,
that Alexander McQueen thing
In case you ain't noticed,
When beginning, it was written,
I suppose I break a whole
Say, oh, but I'm a hustler, baby
Can you dig it? I'm a hustler, baby
I ain't trippin' on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby
When I come through, you see me
that's boop -boop -bonk -boop
When I go hard, I go hard
When I don't want you to see me
I'm in that black on black
In the back like, ooh wee
5.0
