Mack Maine - I'm a Hustla lyrics

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feat. Nesby Phips

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

I tell a nigga hurry up and buy

Like a Chinese man in a Chinese store

Well hurry up and die

You is a customer, see me I’m a hustler

You something like what’s in the sewer, manure

While me, I’m just an entrepreneur, trying to pursue her

Cover all the fours, my nigga, you know I’m forced to

Try to just sell what I sell, you just come and buy

What you just try to buy, you ain’t even got enough

To get to buy what you buy, you know

Me? I’m just tryina die in Dubai, you know

Where they got a few Bentleys for cabs

And all the bitches over there got ass and abs

What you doing passing them cabs?

Can’t even pay your cab fare, ain’t that cold?

I ain’t have a jump shot like …but I mean sure,

My mom went off welfare, you know why?

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

You is a customer, you little tramp

Tryna come up in my store and buy shit with some food stamps

I don’t take that, see that million dollar mark?

I can make that, no, I’ve been made that

You see that dollar bill you got, nigga save that

I’ve been thinking, all I need is Ben Franklins

Since I was younger, nigga, I’ve been balling nigga

The type of hustler even when the set was crowding, nigga

I keep that fire, nigga and make sure that I could buy the proper tire, nigga

And since you is a customer that means you is an employee

And I’m the employer and now you are fired

You can just go and get your unemployment check

And I’m the type of man that demand my respect

A man with a tech is a man of respect

But a man like me, homie, I sign my own checks, and you know why?

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer,

And you a customer,

And you a customer,

And you a customer,

I sell a Bible to a nun, go to the war

Just make sure … buy him a gun

Straight for me, I’d sell milk to a cow

I make … if it amazes you, say why

I probably could sell Jesus to the Lord

I’m a beast like that, see my life it was hard

So I learned how to hustle, I learned how to make

Grapes turn wine

I learned how to steal, not get stuck by the vines

Like the thorns on the rose, I’m a beast like that

Out the trenches I done rose

See, I made sure that everybody in the hood had clothes

I’m the type that could sell Michael Jackson back his nose

I could easily make sure that you won’t get frozen

If you was in Antarctica or in Alaska, plus I’d bless you

Shit, I could sell air to a nigga that got asthma, you know why?

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

I’m a hustla, hoe

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer, bitch

And you a customer

And you a customer

And you a customer