Paul Wall

Paul Wall - Heart Of A Hustler lyrics

rate me

i got the heart of a hustler

the mind of a g

im out here gettin my paper

so dont fuck wit me

i wake up in the morning when the sun rise

i got my mind on paper chasing them dollar signs

it aient no time for resting or taking naps

i got to have something so im counting all paper stacks

i got dreams and asperations 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

aient 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 im chasing that comission

money is my mission give me all i can get

until they put me in a grave man i just cant quit

i got the heart of a hustler

i got the mind of a g

im out here gettin my paper

so dont fuck wit me

dont fuck around man

thats right doin and moving

white linen on my tuff tails

not an illusion three sheets to the wind

i aient gotta be boozen go bad on a bitch

til i got her improvment no im not wit the loosing

im dying to win im goin try it again im goin cry for my sins

i live the fast life yeah and im not stoppin

for shit bitch half a tank of crank and a plot to get rich

i got money out my mind likes its a price out my hat

still smokin even though my lung twice to collapse

im right back with the sack then im buring the shern

you know

better learn still yernin to earn

and really i dont listien when i talk to myself

so how the fuck you think that ima listen to somebody else

its a fast life ho you know like pushin and shit and

when i run up out of gas then im pushin this bitch

i got heart of a hustler

i got the mind of a g

im out here gettin my paper

so dont fuck wit me

i grind hard from the second i awake

when you play wit high stakes you profit at high rate

nomore top roman im tryin to eat steaks

so i get up off my bump and go get that cake

it aient no time for sleep

if you snooze you loose if you broke it mean your lazy

thats the choice you choose

if you grind and you complaining and you wastin your time

better correct your mind suck it up and go grind

its money to be made when my phone ring ring

im not to impressed wit all the bling bling

im much more motivated by all the ching ching

been grindin since kidagarden back then it was a dream

its money over everything family first

they goin to bury me a g and bost swangas on the hurst

im on the block posted making money dispurse i thrist

for dollar bills bein broke is the worst

i got the heart of a hustler

i got the mind of a g

im out here gettin my paper

so dont fuick wit me

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