Show Ya Hustle (feat. Dub82)

You said you want some money show ya hustle get it in
Work ya cell phone like a code but never tell ya biz
Pop a perky like I'm always hurting this shit here never stop
Rubberbanding money into knots this shit look like blocks
Pull up on me like a Uber duffle bag full I'm gone
flood the streets with pressure but I move around like I'm ghost
Stacking money like I'm out here hurting
This shit never stop
Glock 45 on my waist incase I run into a opp

Where I come from people busted and disgusted
Let them know I come from 900 square feet of living down in welters hoe
Acting humble but I pop my shit
Every now and again hoping God don't strike me down for all the crime and sin I did
Ask about me all about my hustle I'm a get it
Gone can take a pound and have it sold before I end the phone call
What you know bout ounce for ounce
What you know bout eighths and shit
Don't ever ride around with none on you
Don't ever get caught with the bricks
Got this freaky ass bitch she said she wanna fuck and chill
Ain't no Netflix type of hoe she bougie but I like that shit
Texting me all kind of shit
Telling me how she in love
Say she want it raw but I never hit it without the glove

You said you want some money show ya hustle get it in
Work ya cell phone like a code but never tell ya biz
Pop a perky like I'm always hurting this shit here never stop
Rubberbanding money into knots this shit look like blocks
Pull up on me like a Uber duffle bag full I'm gone
flood the streets with pressure but I move around like I'm ghost
Stacking money like I'm out here hurting
This shit never stop
Glock 45 on my waist incase I run into a opp

On the clock on the corner whatever way just get it in
Ran up some bucks up off that truck got some young niggas moving fin shhh
Nah I can't talk to much cuz then the feds gone start to dig
I done took so many loses I was down but now I win
I got a thick lil bitch she twerking
I won't more just bring your friends
If I can't bring the fire you know I won't be coming in
So much envy in this world got me stuck up
If it ain't about that dollar then bitch hush up
Niggas say they won't me dead then I just flip my finger up
All my shooters they on go
Come in kicking down yo doe
Bullets fly no where to go
Hit you right up in your dome
Now they tagging on your toe

You said you want some money show ya hustle get it in
Work ya cell phone like a code but never tell ya biz
Pop a perky like I'm always hurting this shit here never stop
Rubberbanding money into knots this shit look like blocks
Pull up on me like a Uber duffle bag full I'm gone
flood the streets with pressure but I move around like I'm ghost
Stacking money like I'm out here hurting
This shit never stop
Glock 45 on my waist incase I run into a opp