HUSTLE (feat. Lil Maine Benji & Smokee)

Yes, yeah, yeah

It's L&G, bitch

Yeah, Nic Swagger

I'm in this motherfucker

First name Hustle

Last name Hard

In the sky scraping

Swag off the chart

Verse one, Swagger

Second verse, Maine

Third verse, Smokee

Had to run a train

Broken glass party, bottles over here

Yellowbone booties shaking chandeliers

Widescreen movies, ass don't fit still

Dunking in these bitches, Nic Swagger hit a windmill

Feeling my flow, so she back to my door

Dick her down, Nic's here

Swagger in the zone, phone explode

Your hoe whispers in my ear

Bitches we know won't ride for you

Only do what I'm trying to do

Feel her back up, beat her back up

Better back up, bruh, your bitch loves the truth

L&G, fuck boy, can't fuck with you

Team full of killers never trusting you

Grind for the grip, never slip, don't trip

One tip, don't lip, we gutting who, you

Test me if you wanna be a stat trick

Door shut while I'm gone in the attic

Heart burn for the swag, she a addict

Cali smoke slow, kush soft like a mattress

Never reloading, I'm fully loaded, and tokin the potion

Focused and floating, never diluted, I'm potent

Fakery foul types, they lose their mind

Cause I'm loose with mine, I came through to shine

Hustle real life like a booster do

I'm a boss with mine, like Rick Ross' lines

But what I choose to do is make classic music

Fuck a brick, got a gift, bet, bitch I use it

Same old shit, just a different day

We out here trying to get it each and every way

I just copped some shoes

Just to match my fit

Everyday I hustle

Trying to get rich

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Big money, I got it

Spend it on whatever

L&G the team

And this right here's forever

Nic Swagger my bro

Green light, we go

All about that green, pockets bigger than CeeLo

Shouts out to GA

Shouts out to VA

The **** I run with, run shit, no relay

Kush got me right

Higher than a flight

Money standing tall

I'm balling, fuck my height

Latino she right

Treat a **** right

She cook and she clean, speak Spanish while I pipe

Gucci's or the Louis

Louis' or the Prada's

Say you getting money

But it looks you getting nada

Same old shit

Just a different day

We out here trying to get it each and every way

I just copped some shoes

Just to match my fit

Everyday I hustle

Trying to get rich

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Young baller ****

I got my jumper right

I pay the cost to be the boss, you paying fisher price

Clutch with the left, bitch I'm Derek Fisher nice

Slave owner shit, boy, I take a **** life

Yeah, you can miss me with that hating shit

Me and money go together, relationships

Bad bitch rolling with me while I'm counting cheese

If you want some money, bitch, don't count on me

Overseas, hella G's, I don't feel the breeze

Want to talk conversation **** talk weed

I can send it in the mail but it require fees

Me and my team in the back rolling fire B's

I'm in a silver thing, boy, the car gone

L&G got bars, charged phone, want beef

Still got large chrome, leave these other **** blue

Marge-dome

Stack this cheese, get large homes

Bad bitch on my dick, hormones

No Drake, still so far gone

Full cup, still gon' drive home

So drunk, spilled on the cargos

Foot on the gas, cargo, all black inside

Charcoal, deep down in that pussy, snorkel

Same old shit

Just a different day

We out here trying to get it each and every way

I just copped some shoes

Just to match my fit

Everyday I hustle, trying to get rich

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah

Hustle, hustle, hustle, yeah