Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustler Musik, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hustler Musik |
| Hit me |
| Right in the sternum this time, T-baby |
| Shit, you already know, you already know |
| You already know, damn, shit |
| This that hustler music |
| Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music |
| So ride to it y’all, vibe to it y’all, damn |
| Goddamn |
| Missed and hit a nigga in his head with this one |
| I’mma paint the city red with this one |
| I’mma head with this one |
| See you fucking with the boy |
| Who tote toys way before Christmas |
| No assistance, just that persistence with that commitment |
| If I don’t get it somebody gon' die tonight |
| I know my vibe is tight |
| And I deserve the throne |
| If the kid ain’t right |
| Then let me die on this song |
| See I be riding just riding alone |
| With my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kidding |
| How the hell you ain’t here to see your prince do his thing? |
| Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king shall be |
| So I be who I be |
| That’s me, that’s Weezy F. Baby and |
| Please say the motherfucking |
| So I be who I be |
| That’s me, that’s Weezy F. Baby and |
| Please say the motherfucking |
| Baby you gotta know that I’m just out here doing |
| What I gotta do for me and you and we eating |
| So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? |
| I’m taking these chances |
| My head to the sky |
| My feet on the ground |
| My fingers to the judge |
| If the money don’t move |
| Then I won’t budge, won’t budge |
| No, I won’t budge, no |
| Lord |
| Money is the motivation |
| Facing the avenue |
| Back touchin' the wall |
| Got the weed |
| Got the gun |
| Gotta run when I hear the bird call (birrr) damn |
| Hop in that thing and merk off |
| Swerve off |
| You know me, they call me Birdman Jr |
| Anybody murderer |
| If Birdman sponsor it |
| Phantom of the opera |
| All black guap tent locked in |
| I can let them shots out |
| You can’t get no shots in |
| Bulletproof |
| Leave a nigga with a bullet roof |
| Shoot you in your mouth Leroy |
| They call him bullet tooth |
| I’m like what it do, what it do |
| There’s a full court |
| Pressure I’m just going for the two |
| If I’m open for the three |
| I’mma take it in a second |
| Even if there’s one second |
| I’mma make it. |
| It’s nothing |
| I don’t take it for granted |
| I don’t take it for nothing |
| I take it for what it’s worth to the dirt motherfucker |
| Baby you gotta know that I’m just out here doing |
| What I gotta do for me and you and we eating |
| So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? |
| I’m taking these chances |
| My head to the sky |
| My feet on the ground |
| My fingers to the judge |
| If the money don’t move |
| Then I won’t budge, won’t budge |
| No, I won’t budge, no |
| Lord |
| I ain’t never killed nobody I promise |
| And I promise if you try me |
| He gon' have to rewind this track |
| And make me go back, that thing’ll go rrat |
| That boy will lay flat so flat |
| That act is what I perform amongst you haters |
| Got Nina in my palm and I’m masturbating |
| Black Peter Pan fly 'til I die what you saying |
| Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stand |
| Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba |
| Streets reply I look great in a four-seater |
| You know I be out here riding a four-seater |
| Top floor of the Four Seasons four of them whores |
| And they all know how to cook it up |
| And look I got some |
| And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up |
| See it’s a cold world so homie bundle up |
| We ain’t on this grind for nothing |
| Now get your hustle up |
| Baby you gotta know that I’m just out here doing |
| What I gotta do for me and you and we eating |
| So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? |
| I’m taking these chances |
| My head to the sky |
| My feet on the ground |
| My fingers to the judge |
| If the money don’t move |
| Then I won’t budge, won’t budge |
| No, I won’t budge, no |
| Lord |
| Baby you gotta know that I’m just out here doing |
| What I gotta do for me and you and we eating |
| So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? |
| I’m taking these chances |
| My head to the sky |
| My feet on the ground |
| My fingers to the judge |
| If the money don’t move |
| Then I won’t budge, won’t budge |
| No, I won’t budge, no |
| Lord |
| Man, man |
| Just be that hustler music |
| Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music |
| Y’all, so ride to it y’all |
| And vibe to it y’all |
| I’m asking y’all please please |
| Young Weezy got that hustler music |
| Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music |
| Ride to it y’all and |
| Vibe to it y’all |
| Vibe to it y’all |
| Shh |
| Shit |
| Shit |
| It’s real shit man, it’s real talk man |
| It’s how we do it, how we did it, how we done it ay |
| It’s real shit man, it’s real talk boy |
| It’s how we do it, how we did it, how we done it |
| I ain’t bragging, I ain’t boasting it’s the way it go |
| I ain’t bragging, I ain’t boasting it’s the way it is |
| Better guard your kids, guard your face |
| Better guard your body, we warned the place |
| We here, fuck bitches |
| It’s Young Money, nigga |