Less Talk More Hustle Pt. 1 (feat. Dave East)

So here's me, the legend, pain in the ass

Play Humphrey Bogart in the club (Shake down)

You know things tend to get real crazy after hours

So I'm bringing my peoples

Red Cafe, Dave East

It's a Brooklyn uptown thing

Get rich then exit

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, son

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, son

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Flat Bush boss, huh?

No days off, huh?

Been goin' hard all year

This the playoffs, huh?

They lighting up my cash at

This the payoff, huh?

Slid solo, them other **** fell off

I'm keeping two hundred

Who'll want it when the hammers come out

Better act like Chris Breezy, runnin'

I do numbers better than my last **** goddamn me

Still fancy after hurricane Sandy

I'm hittin' licks, I'm rushing

Not a trapper, I'm a hustler

Make that money dance like Usher

I'm type stress, New York

Melo left New York

But still acting like a ho, ho new Ru Paul

I still move more stuff than U-Haul

They don't know how I get it but they know I do ball

Less talk more hustle

Pittsburg bus with the rush, I won't fumble

Coming out the jungle

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, son

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this (Yeah, I get it)

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, son

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Do bop poppy, drips spilling, sloppy

Fuck your bitch in my robot Versace

Everybody beefin', me, I'm vegan

I only eat green, at the bank, I'm cheesing

You a dub if you ever call yourself El Chapo

'Cause you don't wanna lose your future, ex-Rocco

The hood'll put you in jail, dead or snitch

And lil' Jay Jay dropping dickie and bitch

Prego, prego, this what she beg for

Five carats in each ear, I got a head cold

Bad boys move in silence and violence

Move your family out of housing, that's a thousand

What's up?

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, son

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this (Yeah, I get it)

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this (What up?)

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, son

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this (I gotta get it)

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

They ain't gotta like a word that I'm speakin', they wife freakin'

Spend a nice weekend just breakin' down white pieces

Karab meet me right at the cafe

The kush came from the Bay like Mac Dre

Got bundles like stack name

Aston Martin watercolored

All we make is movies like the Warner Brothers

Bitches mad at me 'cause they want to cuddle

I don't hold nothing but ratchets and Ben Franklins

East side of Harlem and Franklin got the bank in

Sour got me chokin', hard to breathe like I'm strangling

White boy on deck, Will Ferrell, call it Anchorman (White)

Gucci sweat suit, Lex coupe, feel like it's '97

Walked up in the club with like nine weapons

I'm not stressin', Harlem

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, son

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, son

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this

Less talk more hustle, get rich to this