Hustlin Mfs

[Intro]
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

[Chorus: Baby Money]
Bustdown for a bitch if she loyal
This ho beggin' on her knees, this bitch spoiled
Buy her shit to make her leave, she annoying
We don't rock no crushed diamonds, that shit pointless
A bag comin' to your door, it's important
Fifty of 'em touched down for the Jordan
I make pape' in every state like I'm tourin'
Get it at night, the bag gone by the morning, some hustlin' motherfuckers

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
The bag gone by the morning, stash look enoromous
We don't put the huns with the fifties, gotta sort 'em
All these diamonds on my body, you can tell that I'm important
Be so high up off this life, I don't even know where I'm goin', nigga
Yeah, I ain't tryna kick it, hang out with you, I'm on my grind today
Oh, it's 'bout some pussy? Not no money? I ain't tryna stay
Remember bein' lost up in that sauce, I had to find a way
I'm tryna stack so much cheddar cheese that I could buy the bank
Nigga, everybody livin' this facade like they step and kill
VVs in my glasses plus the Rollie, and they match the grill
Talkin' to Ghazi, I'm worth a lil' more, I need an extra deal
Talkin' all that like you like that, you ain't that for real
If that shit ain't sold before I'm landin', I ain't touchin' down
Nothin' on me plain, I'm jeweled up, nigga, bust it down
All these excuses, you ain't tryna slide, givin' the run-around
Let a nigga run off with that bag, then we gon' hunt him down, nigga

[Chorus: Baby Money]
Bustdown for a bitch if she loyal
This ho beggin' on her knees, this bitch spoiled
Buy her shit to make her leave, she annoying
We don't rock no crushed diamonds, that shit pointless
A bag comin' to your door, it's important
Fifty of 'em touched down for the Jordan
I make pape' in every state like I'm tourin'
Get it at night, the bag gone by the morning, some hustlin' motherfuckers

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Anything, I can sell it, a bag, I can mail it
I got rich off a small cellphone and a scale
Plus I'm winnin' all the time, that shit cover up my L's
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, roll it up and I inhale it
In the streets all my life, if you let a nigga tell it
I can't go and get a job 'cause I'm a two-time felon
Fuck a 9-to-5, bitch, I'm known for breakdown sellin'
Short a tenth on every gram, I'ma make mine separate
I'm with eight, nine steppers, so stay calm, ready
I be fuckin' niggas' bitches, make 'em FaceTime naked
Been gettin' money since a kid, at the playground flexin'
Fuck a plane, we comin' up at the Greyhound exit, easy money

[Chorus: Baby Money]
Bustdown for a bitch if she loyal
This ho beggin' on her knees, this bitch spoiled
Buy her shit to make her leave, she annoying
We don't rock no crushed diamonds, that shit pointless
A bag comin' to your door, it's important
Fifty of 'em touched down for the Jordan
I make pape' in every state like I'm tourin'
Get it at night, the bag gone by the morning, some hustlin' motherfuckers