Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustle Music, artist - Jay Critch. Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Song language: English
Hustle Music |
| Soon as the rackies come in, I be countin' it up, ayy |
| Every day thanking God that a nigga got on with the team, yeah |
| I’ma go to the bank, take out something to fill up my jeans |
| Bitch I’m a hustler, that’s in my genes, yeah |
| I’m talking money so what do you mean? |
| I hear all the hate, but I don’t be givin' a damn, too high off the lean |
| Say you got the bands, say you got the green, nigga, in your dreams |
| That bitch wanna fuck me now, I’m kicking her out, kickin' Celene |
| Jump in the 'Rari and I’m out, the engine so loud, it’s leavin' a steam |
| Ayy, I’ma leave it in her mouth, babysitter, she be swallowin' seed |
| Get the money in and out, like I’m flippin' burgers, I want extra cheese |
| You gotta get this on cam, diamonds flashin' like I told 'em say cheese |
| We still run up in your house, if you got it, then I need all the P’s |
| Rocks on my neck like boulders |
| Stop with the flex, you bogus |
| Drop like a three in my soda |
| I’m ballin', shootin' threes from the corner |
| I remember used to be on the corner |
| Give me brain 'til I be in a coma |
| Give me brain like degrees, I don’t wanna |
| Pinky ring four degrees and it’s froze up |
| All this money I can’t trust, came from the dust |
| Get the bag, that’s a must |
| No more Aces so we fuckin' up Lust |
| You ain’t talking cash, just keep it on hush |
| I’m in that big body, I was just on the bus |
| Your bitch probably wanna hop in with us |
| Y’all ain’t eatin', niggas havin' your lunch |
| She be eatin' like my name Cap’n Crunch |
| Diamonds weavin' and they packin' a punch |
| My life an action movie, I be havin' to stunt |
| My shoes bloody like I’m stabbin' it up |
| Carats on me like a rabbit and stuff |
| If I pull up on her with all this designer, then I bet she fallin' in love |
| I woke up and got a whole lot of commas, I think I might go spend a dub |
| Soon as the rackies come in, I be countin' it up, ayy |
| Every day thanking God that a nigga got on with the team, yeah |
| I’ma go to the bank, take out something to fill up my jeans |
| Bitch I’m a hustler, that’s in my genes, yeah |
| I’m talking money so what do you mean? |
| I hear all the hate, but I don’t be givin' a damn, too high off the lean |
| Say you got the bands, say you got the green, nigga, in your dreams |
| That bitch wanna fuck me now, I’m kicking her out, kickin' Celene |
| Jump in the 'Rari and I’m out, the engine so loud, it’s leavin' a steam |
| You ain’t never trapped, pushed no weight |
| Diamonds on my chain hold more weight |
| Movin' with the strap, it’s on aim |
| Prada with the straps like it’s '08 |
| I just want the brain, she a throwaway |
| Blunt full of gas, it’s propane |
| Sip on the lean, feel no pain |
| I won’t switch on the gang, it’s no way |
| Gotta get it, how could you do nothing? |
| Got a headache, the Jattic is bustin' |
| And they won’t come around 'til you buzzin' |
| When the cameras come on, they start frontin' |
| Shorty doing tricks, she stuntin' |
| But she always makin' a scene |
| I’ma cut it off, makin' her leave |
| I been working, I done made me some green |
| I gotta flex like I’m working out |
| If you talking money, we’ll work it out |
| Don’t need no wallet, it’s big amounts |
| 'Member my pockets was in a drought |
| She told me she want it in her mouth |
| These niggas burgers like In-N-Out |
| We was hitting stains like, «You in or out?» |
| If I make it rain, she could get a house |
| They can feel the pain |
| I hop in the booth just to get it out |
| I get it all off the muscle |
| You better learn how to hustle |
| NIggas gon' waste your time |
| Tryna take your shine, so why would I trust you? |
| Livin' too fast, I’m getting the bag, and making it double |
| Soon as the rackies come in, I be countin' it up, ayy |
| Every day thanking God that a nigga got on with the team, yeah |
| I’ma go to the bank, take out something to fill up my jeans |
| Bitch I’m a hustler, that’s in my genes, yeah |
| I’m talking money so what do you mean? |
| I hear all the hate, but I don’t be givin' a damn, too high off the lean |
| Say you got the bands, say you got the green, nigga, in your dreams |
| That bitch wanna fuck me now, I’m kicking her out, kickin' Celene |
| Jump in the 'Rari and I’m out, the engine so loud, it’s leavin' a steam |