NICOLE WRAY, TYRESE - The Hustle lyrics

rate me

I only did it for the hustle, Gettin money on the block

Paper G's won't stop All I know is gettin fast dough

Credit Cards and Jewels Breakin all the rules

I used to drive cars now I got me a chauffer I used to drive a range

Now I whip that Rover 4 dot 6 be attracting the chicks Upgraded to

The supercharge, Now I'm in charge, Man I stay fresh to death like

A million bucks Reminiscing about me MCin and suits and trucks

12-30-78 be my D.O.B. A rap star was born Yeah I'm talkin bout me

I be low key, pimpin on my SK3 I'm a west coast nigga reppin 213

I've been rich for years I surpassed my peers the only nigga that's

Gettin bread from 4 different carreers It's from the hustle

Nigga we play hard or don't play at all, Promise to make it rain in

Exchange for drawers I'm in a strip club a 12-pump minimum is

Required of you or no dough for you You keep beggin me to make

You holla Your flea bites and bullet holes give me change for a dollar

Girl I don't do tricks, tricks are for kids you're butt naked on the

Pole starin at me like you with it! Well if you with it it's a 12-pump

Pass It ain't no fun if the homies can't, you know the rest I ain't got

A G-5 by trust but I got a Mr. Belvedeer cleanin all my silverware

For the Hustle

All my niggas on the floor gettin money let me see ya put your hands up. All the independant ladies gettin money let me see ya put your hands up