Hu$Tle
Yeah
Man, you ain't fucking ready for this shit man
Fuck all that conscious shit bruh
Nah, I'm fucking playing, I keep it real though
Yuh, Ayy
Hustle everyday
Grind I don't play
Out here in the Bay, I be working then get paid
We just tryna stay
Fuck a vacay
On my momma bitch I run this whole thang, yuh
Count it up, count it up, count it up, stackin'
Shawty, fuck it up, never slacking
Rap game, music, I stay packing
Cooking fire, always had it
Money motivation, I'm just tryna do me
Livin' in a world full of hate and greedy
I'm just tryna make this shit for my family
So I gotta do, what I gotta do
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Shit, you think I'm playing, bitch you know I'm not
Call me Savage Mind, I got crazy thoughts
The ones that run around my mind, givin' all they got
I ain't ever cold, bitch I'm just warming up
Shooting my shots like they threes
Already earned my degree
Y'all can stay hungry by me
My team we eatin' for free
Higher without any trees
Always stay plantin' the seeds
Headed to greatness on me
Headed to greatness, yuh
Money motivation, I'm just tryna do me
Livin' in a world full of hate and greedy
I'm just tryna make this shit for my family
So I gotta do, what I gotta do
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Hold up, hold up, hold up get it right
Shiftin, I'm gifted feelin' this rhythm so tight
Never second guessin', Imma hit em with the light
Imm hit em so they conscious, watch them change they appetite, yuh
I'm a chef so i know nothing is perfect
But when you finding your purpose you go persist like it's urgent
My people been hurting thats why my passion exertin'
Sometimes it makes me feel nervous but I know this shit is worth it, yuh
Money motivation, I'm just tryna do me
Livin' in a world full of hate and greedy
I'm just tryna make this shit for my family
So I gotta do, what I gotta do
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Get your motherfuckin' bread up
Man we just fuckin' out here, tryna grind
Tryna hustle our lives, god dammit
Man, I don't even understand why it's so damn hard
Man, you ain't fucking ready for this shit man
Fuck all that conscious shit bruh
Nah, I'm fucking playing, I keep it real though
Yuh, Ayy
Hustle everyday
Grind I don't play
Out here in the Bay, I be working then get paid
We just tryna stay
Fuck a vacay
On my momma bitch I run this whole thang, yuh
Count it up, count it up, count it up, stackin'
Shawty, fuck it up, never slacking
Rap game, music, I stay packing
Cooking fire, always had it
Money motivation, I'm just tryna do me
Livin' in a world full of hate and greedy
I'm just tryna make this shit for my family
So I gotta do, what I gotta do
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Shit, you think I'm playing, bitch you know I'm not
Call me Savage Mind, I got crazy thoughts
The ones that run around my mind, givin' all they got
I ain't ever cold, bitch I'm just warming up
Shooting my shots like they threes
Already earned my degree
Y'all can stay hungry by me
My team we eatin' for free
Higher without any trees
Always stay plantin' the seeds
Headed to greatness on me
Headed to greatness, yuh
Money motivation, I'm just tryna do me
Livin' in a world full of hate and greedy
I'm just tryna make this shit for my family
So I gotta do, what I gotta do
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Hold up, hold up, hold up get it right
Shiftin, I'm gifted feelin' this rhythm so tight
Never second guessin', Imma hit em with the light
Imm hit em so they conscious, watch them change they appetite, yuh
I'm a chef so i know nothing is perfect
But when you finding your purpose you go persist like it's urgent
My people been hurting thats why my passion exertin'
Sometimes it makes me feel nervous but I know this shit is worth it, yuh
Money motivation, I'm just tryna do me
Livin' in a world full of hate and greedy
I'm just tryna make this shit for my family
So I gotta do, what I gotta do
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Get that bag, get that bag, get that bag, yuh
Get my bread, get my bread, get my bread up
Get your motherfuckin' bread up
Man we just fuckin' out here, tryna grind
Tryna hustle our lives, god dammit
Man, I don't even understand why it's so damn hard
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Writer(s): Abraham Padilla
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