Hustler Music

It's like I'm at my wits end with certain niggas and bitches Time made me grow apart from all these messy ass friendships It's time to get right and cut some loose ends off Nigga what if I didn't have it who the fuck you gone call I just been focused on my soul just keep x'n out my goals 30,000 Puerto Rico I'm in Vegas on a roll Every time I touch a bitch it's like her pussy turn to gold Everybody tryna mine her tryna break to down to hole Who the fuck you think is calling my phone for a show Then you want that shit for free that's how I eat you niggas bold Middle finger two times fuck you niggas stone cold I'll sell some gas before my soul bitch I'll hustle till I'm old Every time I leave the crib peep the blinds and grab my pole Why the fuck you asking questions less I say the more you know Why the fuck these boys ain't reppin fedd the god the next to blow Treat my verses like these drugs n treat the mic just like my hoes I keep my head to the sky I keep my feet on the ground The funny thing about these tables Is that they always turn around I keep my head to the sky I keep my feet on the ground The funny thing about these tables Is that they always turn around It's mr lose it all today get it right back tomorrow Mr I don't play no games never hang my head in sorrow See today is not tomorrow and tomorrows not today Every hour that goes past an opportunity to get paid If he plays then make him lay what my momma used to say If she a hoe then she can go I'm a leave a bitch pro One thing that I know Is get that money that's fasho The hardest lesson that I learned Is they don't love you when you broke I keep my head to the sky I keep my feet on the ground The funny thing about these tables Is that they always turn around I keep my head to the sky I keep my feet on the ground The funny thing about these tables Is that they always turn around