Wait a minute

Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Bout to get my hustle on
I don't get not sleep
Ain't taking no days off
Grinding gotta eat
I made my self a Boss
Ryding with my heat
Smoking like Cheech and Chong

I wake up early get me fresh then get my hustle on
No time to rest
I'm gotta stretch it till money long
That ain't no cap
Keep a one track
Mind when I grind
Put it all on line
I don't hold back
Never sold crack
And never sold my soul
For fame and money
When you hungry
Seen it all before
I know in life ain't nothing easy and nothing is free
Always a price
Better think twice
Don't be fucking wit me
I'm too wiley
Thank you kindly
And don't ask me if I'm rolling bitch I might be
Bout to do it
Yeah you knew it
Just like nike
Let's get to it
Lots of fluid
She so freaky

Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Bout to get my hustle on
I don't get not sleep
Ain't taking no days off
Grinding gotta eat
I made my self a Boss
Ryding with my heat
Smoking like Cheech and Chong

In a raw paper
Been a real money maker
So they love to hate ya
Ain't too much that you can teach to me
Cause hustling been in my nature
It's in my bloodline
Yeah we all grind
When you living on the bottom ain't no sunshine
And my family know I got em if it come time
I'm the first one there on the front line
Cause I'm hold it steady
Been grinding all my life so you know I'm ready
I ain't a killer but don't push me like makeveli
On my pac shit
I do not quit
I know about a hunnit ways to make a profit
Only a chosen few is who I rock wit
I keep a glock equipped
Shotty in the trunk of the whip
Shorty really want me to hit
But not now got this shmoney to get
I ain't the type of nigga that trick
Cause I'm hustle baby
I just want ya know
It ain't where I been
But where I'm bout to go

Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Bout to get my hustle on
I don't get not sleep
Ain't taking no days off
Grinding gotta eat
I made my self a Boss
Ryding with my heat
Smoking like Cheech and Chong



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Writer(s): Julian Hubbard
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