Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hustle , by - Smoke DZA. Release date: 19.04.2018
Song language: English
The Hustle |
| I break bank, seals, hundred dollar bills |
| I been getting to it all day I ain’t tryna chill |
| Roll dank, still, quarter P a kill |
| Independent hustler, let’s make a deal |
| Pull rank still, you know how I feel |
| That’s super high without chasing a pill |
| Niggas ain’t real, they ain’t in the field |
| If they get jammed they gon' squeal |
| Nobu like Wendy’s if I want a light meal |
| If I’m on the bill it’s a big fight filled |
| Really they ain’t safe, for fronting they ain’t paying for nothing |
| Man if only you could pawn your ice grill |
| All my niggas get money its protocol |
| Watch those before us ball |
| If I fuck that package up they’d be more appalled |
| The game got me not feeling shit like Toradol |
| Gear up take it to all of y’all |
| Better get this money |
| Cash out ring me up |
| The director, a fly lecture |
| The bullshit side stepper, seen it coming like nah heffer |
| My gesture, bougie trifectas in Tribeca, yes sir |
| Time to rep a, Iceberg big, you could spot him like leapord |
| Effortlessly kill 'em my track record |
| Blueprint to the cool shit I’m that nigga, etcetera |
| Cold game, serve like Federer |
| Wimbledon, winners win, above the head of a simpleton |
| Pro nigga, I ain’t doing beginner things |
| Name ring, Beijing to Minesing |
| Better get this money |
| Cash out, ring me up |
| Ring me up, ring me up |
| Gotta get this money |
| Cash out, ring me up |
| No help needed but help wanted |
| Behind closed doors I’m kept dormant |
| This game sour like a grapefruit |
| I treat women like liquor I won’t chase you |
| I keep it brief incase you was wondering |
| This piece, no puzzling, heat seek like summer in Pheonix |
| I’m sonning 'em, DMC, like Russ and 'em |
| Pop Cris', no rushing 'em, show guns, no tucking 'em |
| Damn boy we bad boy’s like Puff and 'em |
| Glass jaws I’m snuffing 'em, gassed artists y’all pumping 'em |
| 14 Karat ropes, no jumping 'em |
| New cars I jump in 'em, old hoes I’m dumping 'em |
| Whooo, wanna rump with him, not a soul |
| Only popping on the 'gram that is not a goal |
| I need hoes and a whole lotta O’s |
| Whole lotta love bring a whole lotta foes |
| I tried to take this lighter and burn ya straight to the ground |
| I tried to take this fire, and burn it straight to the ground |
| Straight to the ground |
| Straight to the ground |
| Straight to the ground |
| Straight to the ground |
| Yea, straight through the ground |