Hustla Prolems

Damn, baby, you make me feel so good, ayy
Cause you're the one I hustle for
I just wanna go get more

Since you, dropped in my account
I love this amount
It makes me wanna get more of you
I knew I had to stay down
I was making my rounds

So I could get more close to you
Each and every day
Trappin' to get ahold of you
Them plucks was calling me

On both phones, I ain't know what to do
Plays I couldn't miss
Had bills and rent was overdue
You ain't never felt like this

What is a hustla supposed to do
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Moving through the city
You know I had it with me

Ever since Casino passed it wont no showin' pity
If bro was here right now
We popping bottles, gettin' litty

In a foreign whip with foreign biddies
Showin' titties
This money getting older
They say I'm getting colder

I just got some shit up on my shoulders
Like a boulder
And I'ma hold it down just like Pimp C
I thought I told you

Thanks to Rubio
Cause if lil buddy trip
Then I could fold him
I mean, I'll show you the ropes

I mean, I sold so much dope
I mean, I left that with Stro
Way before I hit the road
It was Family Tithes or nothing

Ain't no way I'd let that go
Thanks to FrankieFromTheTrap
We got Baila up on them hoes
And it's J-RoK on this beat

And you know that shit ain't sweet
And I gotta mention Beach
He send me beats like every week
I'm committed to this money

When I sleep she in my sheets
And I'm married to the money
She the only one for me
And I love you

I love you
And I need you
And I need you
You the one I hustle for

Damn, Y'all know I ain't scared to have fun with y'all, yeah
She know I love her though
That's some real ass shit
Most loyal bitch I got is my money



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Writer(s): Dominic Meece
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