Hustla, Hustla, Hustla, Hustla, Hustla, Hustla, Hustla, Hustla (I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE!!!)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (ya)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (you know I gotta stay)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (I'ma)
Hustla, Hustla, Hustla on on on on (I stay)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (You know I gotta stay)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (Ya you know that I'ma)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (alright)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm on my grind, fuck bitches money on my mind
Ho get in line, respect me like a stop sign
I'm in my prime, the brights you see it's my time
But fuck my wrists I need that money in my palm
Sellin palm trees, in beaches in shorts sleeves
Fly your bitch down here bet ya she won't leave
Exspensive car keys and glasses, t-shirts, pants's
I keep money on me like dancers, see
Everybody got problems, and money is the answer
The teacher ain't pickin everybody with they hands up
What are we to do but get paid, get ya grass up
Number one fan of the money, join the fan club
These boys don't know paper like I know paper
Nigga I'm still on 2004 paper, I'm tryin to get some more paper
I ain't tryin to die with no paper, that's why a nigga stay....
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (ya)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (you know I gotta stay)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (I'ma)
Hustla, Hustla, Hustla on on on on (I stay)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (You know I gotta stay)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (Ya you know that I'ma)
On On On My grizzy I'm a bonafide hustla (alright)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm on my grind, fuck bitches money on my mind
Ho get in line, respect me like a stop sign
I'm in my prime, the brights you see it's my time
But fuck my wrists I need that money in my palm
Sellin palm trees, in beaches in shorts sleeves
Fly your bitch down here bet ya she won't leave
Exspensive car keys and glasses, t-shirts, pants's
I keep money on me like dancers, see
Everybody got problems, and money is the answer
The teacher ain't pickin everybody with they hands up
What are we to do but get paid, get ya grass up
Number one fan of the money, join the fan club
These boys don't know paper like I know paper
Nigga I'm still on 2004 paper, I'm tryin to get some more paper
I ain't tryin to die with no paper, that's why a nigga stay....
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