Hustla 48 slim (Ft. Kris Kelli & Young Scooter)

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Lil Mexico City, I was a young nigga hustlin
I'm a Black Migo nigga, I turned nothing into something
I'm a hustler like Gotti, real boss like Hecter
Murk niggas like Slayder, coke money like Esco
Headshots like Frank, I'm talking 38 Special
Put them bricks on the streets, after I remix them and stretch them
I'm talking 38 ounces, nigga, my dope special
I make boss man moves, I can't afford to help you
Young Scooter

[Chorus ?]
Break it all down
To stack it all up
In love with the money
Can't get enough
He buy me anything I want
Just like it's nothing
He the best 'cause he turn nothing into something
Every woman need a hustla
Every woman need a hustla
Every woman need a hustla

[Verse 2 ?]
[?]
Couple mill in my stash house
Couple cars that I brag 'bout
[?] jag out
Them VVS's on my neck glo
[?] cash [?]
Hit the highway on a Friday
Drop the top back and I smash out
Getting to the money
All I want is gwop
Serving through the hood
I supply the blocks
Thousand dollar ounces
36 a block
In the hood selling glass
Got that straight drop
I'm a go getter, you a ho nigga
You want a street nigga, that'll creep with ya
Hit Sacks 5th, and buy you what you want
Hit Sacks 5th, and buy you what you want