Heart of a Hustler Expensive Taste

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I got the heart of a hustler (heart of a hustler)
I got the mind of a G (the mind of a G)
I'm out here gettin' my paper (gettin' my paper)
So don't fuck with me (don't fuck with me)
I got the heart of a hustler (heart of a hustler)
I got the mind of a G (the mind of a G)
I'm out here gettin' my paper (gettin' my paper)
So don't fuck with me (don't fuck with me)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I wake up in the morning when the sun rise
I got my mind on paper chasing them dollar signs
It ain't no time for resting or taking naps
I got to have something so I'm counting all paper stacks
I got dreams and aspirations of ballin' big
I want a crib in the hills out there where Kobe live
And I can get it if I put my grind to it
Quit making excuses up and get out there and do it
Ain't no time for games when your chasing after change
But you can face some cause that paper and close range
My mind on a range fly chains and diamonds rings
My skills are making bills with profit and high game
Ridin the fast lane that paper in my vision
My mind on a mil ticket I'm chasing that commission
Money is my mission give me all I can get
Until they put me in a grave man I just can't quit