Confidence Hustle

Count that money with confidence, run it up with confidence
Get that money with confidence, load that gun with confidence
Voices in my head, tellin' me to hustle Voices in my head, tellin' me to hustle
Drugs in my system, I'm a stroker till I'm sober

Pockets gettin' swoller, neck and heart colder
Ain't a killer, but if you a threat, these hollows warn you
This that hot shit, so I know you heard me, don't say I ain't warn you
In the room with me, so much heat, no zone

Cold-hearted from so many cold shoulders Thought they was ridin' with me, then they
tried to run me over It's crazy how your dog turn cold
Count that money with confidence, run it up with confidence
Get that money with confidence, load that gun with confidence

Count that money with confidence, run it up with confidence
Get that money with confidence, load it up
Was crawlin', started walkin', got back up when I was fallin
Eatin' after I ate for all the days I was starvin

He was screamin', he the hardest hill, he became a target
Started at the bottom, always knew I'd go the farthest
I said, I pull up in a 4x4 and park it, nigga
So many band drums and sticks, but we ain't marchin

Got a problem with me, then, nigga, we can solve it
Hustle when I'm down, bad hustle when I don't wanna
All my guys stay out the way, get money in toe sticks
Stop screamin' you the plug and you ain't never sold shit

When I'm rich, still gon' grind like I ain't got shit
Started gettin' money, started poppin' my shit
I mix the confidence with the cockiness
Yeah, to get through some shit, I just get it in

Like Ivar the Boneless, I keep two sticks
Hustlin' is my gift, thank God for it
Always protect the fam, always stand on business
You ain't gon' make no money if you never take a risk

Aim with the nuts, shit, prepare for dumb shit
Stuck in my ways, chasin' money, I'll never switch
Patent over windows, that's already tinted
We got heaters in it, that's why you can't see in it

Made me do the money dance, way this money flippin
Avoid the hate, avoid the snakes, avoid the district
I be whippin' with it, hit me in the engine, my nigga
If I say I done it, then I did it, my nigga

Really livin' when I'm spittin' all facts
All my Glocks look the same, but they different, all black
Now everybody's flyin', don't get caught slippin', they attack
I got it bad, I mess the drip with my strap

Never sell my soul, I never sell my gap
More LBs than the NFL team, straight gas
I love to smoke, count money, and relax
If you sense a threat, just attack

If you take a loss, get it back
Fuck money by the knot, I need money by the bag



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Writer(s): Chauncey Johnson Ii
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