Hustler Music

It's like I'm at my wits end with certain niggas and bitches
Time made me grow apart from all these messy ass friendships
It's time to get right and cut some loose ends off
Nigga what if I didn't have it who the fuck you gone call
I just been focused on my soul just keep x'n out my goals
30,000 Puerto Rico I'm in Vegas on a roll
Every time I touch a bitch it's like her pussy turn to gold
Everybody tryna mine her tryna break to down to hole
Who the fuck you think is calling my phone for a show
Then you want that shit for free that's how I eat you niggas bold
Middle finger two times fuck you niggas stone cold
I'll sell some gas before my soul bitch I'll hustle till I'm old
Every time I leave the crib peep the blinds and grab my pole
Why the fuck you asking questions less I say the more you know
Why the fuck these boys ain't reppin fedd the god the next to blow
Treat my verses like these drugs n treat the mic just like my hoes

I keep my head to the sky
I keep my feet on the ground
The funny thing about these tables
Is that they always turn around
I keep my head to the sky
I keep my feet on the ground
The funny thing about these tables
Is that they always turn around

It's mr lose it all today get it right back tomorrow
Mr I don't play no games never hang my head in sorrow
See today is not tomorrow and tomorrows not today
Every hour that goes past an opportunity to get paid
If he plays then make him lay what my momma used to say
If she a hoe then she can go I'm a leave a bitch pro
One thing that I know
Is get that money that's fasho

The hardest lesson that I learned
Is they don't love you when you broke

I keep my head to the sky
I keep my feet on the ground
The funny thing about these tables
Is that they always turn around
I keep my head to the sky
I keep my feet on the ground
The funny thing about these tables
Is that they always turn around



Credits
Writer(s): James Fedd
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