Still Hustlin’ Peewee Longway & Money Man (Ft. Kamaiyah)

[Intro: Peewee Longway]
Ow
Yeah, do it
Tippin' on you niggas like a jerk
Man
No doubt, okay, cool, that's why I fuck with you
Keep it common, cuz, turn me up some more, cuz, yeah
Fuck 'em, go and twerk on 'em

[Verse 1: Kamaiyah]
To fill up my safe
Nigga, ain't nobody safe
Road running at my own pace
Maneuvering out of the way from the jakes and the snakes
All the fakes who ain't doing the race
Bitch, I got it made
It's only facts that I state
Fraud hoes, y'all just can't relate
They anticipate
Every step or move I make
I do all that shit that y'all can't
Bitch, I got made

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I just keep it real, I was raised like this
I'm always in the trap, I'm gettin' paid like this
I just went to Neimans and I bought four-fifths
She gon' ride a nigga like an Uber or a Lyft
I'ma take a risk, you know a nigga really road runnin'
And you know I got them bags for them very low numbers
I done made at least an M or more the last four summers
If a bitch ain't really bad then I don't want her phone number
Niggas always got they hand out, they wanna hold something
Need a bitch with double D's, a natural, real grown woman
Need a field with fifty acres, I'm just tryna grow something
I just really wanna pop the seal, I'm tryna pour something
I just went and copped the Wraith and I don't never ever drive
All this Dior on my body, I'm the freshest thing alive
Heard you niggas super pussy, you ain't never gonna slide
In the leaf, I got some killer, I get some sherbet and combine