HUSTLER$ CLUB
(Help me, help me, help me, help me)
(Help me, help me, help me, help me)
I gotta
I'ma stay stacking up until the day I die
I gotta stay on my grind
I'ma take the long route and I'll be taking my time
Got the whole team raking in dimes
And the 785 gon' ride, got the city live
They see us aiming at the sky
'Cause I kick it with the realest, I don't kick it with them other guys
Forget the fakes, watch 'em pull up when I'm 'boutta dine
Got a ticket on the plate, lil' brodie in his feelings when he could've made a play
But then he started playing, so I got him out the way
Kinda hard to keep it moving when you carry dead weight but
It's like that, stop waiting for nun'
We got the big motion, moving like the waves or sum'
We bring the big bags, run 'em like Usain or sum'
He got a big mouth, but he ain't saying nun', on God
(Help me, help me, help me, help me) but deep down I know he like
(Help me, help me, help me, help me) deep down I know he like
(Well help me, help me, help me, help me) but deep down I know he like
(Help me, help me, help me, help me) but deep down I know he like
Would say niggas acting broke, but they not acting
Free Rio, was pouring dirty pints before we had it
Niggas always bragging 'bout trapping but I hope they stacking
Real dope boy, nigga I be selling bad bags
I don't want your hoe, she a one-nighter like the rest of 'em
Yeah I dropped the blunt, that shit happens to the best of us
I don't want no 20s in my bankroll, that's ghetto
I zipped up my pants, left 500 on her dresser
Long as I been in the field, Lionel Messi
She done lost her ass and her heels, you was stressing her
I fucked her in the black truck cause it's tinted
Mad as hell, I got that nigga popped, he still living
Woki in the strawberry pop, watermelon
I'm a natural baller feel like I was born with it
When I'm done with the lil' bitch, come and get her
These niggas starving, 1800-feed-the-children
(Well help me, help me, help me, help me) deep down I know he like
(Help me, help me, help me, help me) deep down I know he like
(Well)
Enjoy life, it's uh
Life is too short to get bogged down, or be discouraged or
You have to keep moving, you have to keep going
Put one foot in front of the other, smile, and just keep on rolling
And uh that's what really this game is about
(Help me, help me, help me, help me)
(Help me, help me, help me, help me)
Yeah
(Help me, help me, help me, help me)
I gotta
I'ma stay stacking up until the day I die
I gotta stay on my grind
I'ma take the long route and I'll be taking my time
Got the whole team raking in dimes
And the 785 gon' ride, got the city live
They see us aiming at the sky
'Cause I kick it with the realest, I don't kick it with them other guys
Forget the fakes, watch 'em pull up when I'm 'boutta dine
Got a ticket on the plate, lil' brodie in his feelings when he could've made a play
But then he started playing, so I got him out the way
Kinda hard to keep it moving when you carry dead weight but
It's like that, stop waiting for nun'
We got the big motion, moving like the waves or sum'
We bring the big bags, run 'em like Usain or sum'
He got a big mouth, but he ain't saying nun', on God
(Help me, help me, help me, help me) but deep down I know he like
(Help me, help me, help me, help me) deep down I know he like
(Well help me, help me, help me, help me) but deep down I know he like
(Help me, help me, help me, help me) but deep down I know he like
Would say niggas acting broke, but they not acting
Free Rio, was pouring dirty pints before we had it
Niggas always bragging 'bout trapping but I hope they stacking
Real dope boy, nigga I be selling bad bags
I don't want your hoe, she a one-nighter like the rest of 'em
Yeah I dropped the blunt, that shit happens to the best of us
I don't want no 20s in my bankroll, that's ghetto
I zipped up my pants, left 500 on her dresser
Long as I been in the field, Lionel Messi
She done lost her ass and her heels, you was stressing her
I fucked her in the black truck cause it's tinted
Mad as hell, I got that nigga popped, he still living
Woki in the strawberry pop, watermelon
I'm a natural baller feel like I was born with it
When I'm done with the lil' bitch, come and get her
These niggas starving, 1800-feed-the-children
(Well help me, help me, help me, help me) deep down I know he like
(Help me, help me, help me, help me) deep down I know he like
(Well)
Enjoy life, it's uh
Life is too short to get bogged down, or be discouraged or
You have to keep moving, you have to keep going
Put one foot in front of the other, smile, and just keep on rolling
And uh that's what really this game is about
(Help me, help me, help me, help me)
(Help me, help me, help me, help me)
Yeah
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Writer(s): Francisco Witt Ii
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