Born Hustler

(Hook)
I been Getting to the money that’s all I know

Too many nights I done been broke

Got up off my ass and got me a bag

Then I had to go pop me a tag

Blew the back end then I got some mo

Seem like I Can’t be broke no mo

There was no way to get it

So I made my own way to go get it

(Yea)

Had to get the milk to make some cheese
Now my wrist be on freeze

And My Clothes from Italy

Man They can’t fuck with me

(You see)

I was born a hustler you can’t hustle the hustler

I get it from the muscle then I’m hustling hustlers

(Versе)

Them broke boys be lamе as fuck

They ain’t never gonna make no real bucks

Getting to the money bag is a must

Hand full of hunnits gives me a rush

I Feel so good I might just bust

Fuck her from the back put a finger in her butt

Hop out, the pussy get back to the money

Ain’t nobody else gon trap this fa me

I remember back when I was bummy

She ain’t let me fuck so Now it’s funny

She throw it at me and Pop it fa me

But really now that bitch ain’t fa me

I Put that dick all in her tummy

Now She claiming that she love me

I told her I ain’t got no time for that

I really rather go bust me a trap

Got my bread I ain’t never went back

She called me back like where yo ass at

None of yo buissness bitch

I’m handling my buissness bitch

(Yeaa)

Buissness first, Bitches last

Get it from the dirt and you gon last

No better feeling when you getting that bag

While you home sitting on yo ass

(Haa)
I’m getting money

(Haa)
You looking mad

(Haa)
I think it’s funny

(Haa)
I got a bag

(Haa)
You ain’t got my money then you paying double

Better pay me or I’m handing yo ass the Shovel

(Wahh)

(Hook)

I been Getting to the money that’s all I know

Too many nights I done been broke

Got up off my ass and got me a bag

Then I had to go pop me a tag

Blew the back end then I got some mo

Seem like I Can’t be broke no mo

There was no way to get it

So I made my own way to go get it

(Yea)

Had to get the milk to make some cheese
Now my wrist be on freeze

And My Clothes from Italy

Man They can’t fuck with me

(You see)

I was born a hustler you can’t hustle the hustler

I get it from the muscle then I’m hustling hustlers

(Verse2)

I remember being broke as shit

I ain’t never had no fuckin name

Now I’m really tryna get super rich

On my way, I’m in my lane

Working too hard I cannot quit

If I ever did then call me a lame

Took some time to live like This

Life is great I can’t complain

Ima keep stacking that money

Till they really stack it for me

I really think that it’s funny how They

Tried to play me like a dummy

Like I ain’t out here getting it

You at home you wishing it

I’m out here and living it

Counting up all these Dividends

Ion know why they hate on me

I ain’t mad they doing they job

I just hope you pray for me

When I’m up I’ll get you a job

Don’t be acting tough when all that don’t be adding up

Cause I’m Sick and tired of the cappin man I Had enough

Ya foreign 10 years old who you think you flexing on

You the type to fold up when the pressure is on

Put you on the spot now you wanna be a broad

You a whole bitch boy, you should go an get a bra

(Hook)

I been Getting to the money that’s all I know

Too many nights I done been broke

Got up off my ass and got me a bag

Then I had to go pop me a tag

Blew the back end then I got some mo

Seem like I Can’t be broke no mo

There was no way to get it

So I made my own way to go get it

(Yea)

Had to get the milk to make some cheese
Now my wrist be on freeze

And My Clothes from Italy

Man They can’t fuck with me

(You see)

I was born a hustler you can’t hustle the hustler

I get it from the muscle then I’m hustling hustlers