Trey Murch - Love The Hustle feat Killa Kyleon lyrics
rate me[Hook]
I’m on the grind, bitch I got the time
I’m a money making nigga can’t you see?
And if they want it, tell them I’ma run it
Real treal ass nigga, I’m a g
Bitches love me, niggas show respect
It’s a bunch of those who don’t like me
Give a fuck bout them, a nigga tryina win
Get them paper and that’s how it’s gonna be
I’m a money making nigga bout my paper, can’t you tell it
True hustler letting be, niggas need it, I’ma sell it
King like Elvis, bitches let me bruise they pelvis
Then they get that coup ... my money get hell long
Ain’t a shit that they can tell us
Balling like Marte illest
I’m hot dog, on top of that, I get the green, realest
Spit like I’m retarded, need a show busting the helmet
Real niggas since they won, ain’t gotta scream shout or yell it
Got my step, I’ma mail it, go postal in this motherfucker
Michael blackson, but I ain’t joking in this motherfucker
Not a sound or a motion in this motherfucker
Racquet get you served, us open in this motherfucker
While they hoping I’ma show them I’m the don
Nigga I’m the bomb, detonator in my palm
I’m a king you a pawn
Evil like span, bars hard like that ill bow hard and took from ron
[Hook]
I’m on the grind, bitch I got the time
I’m a money making nigga can’t you see?
And if they want it, tell them I’ma run it
Real treal ass nigga, I’m a g
Bitches love me, niggas show respect
It’s a bunch of those who don’t like me
Give a fuck bout them, a nigga tryina win
Get them paper and that’s how it’s gonna be
Let’s get down to bindess, hunneds, fifties, twenties
My wallet got a problem, boy I got so menace
So my jeans extra bagging, boy these nine no skinnies
Pockets fat, full of them racks, look like I got a toller in it
Count this money till my hands cramp, let me hit my cup again
That’s why I got your main drip, I bet she let me fuck again
Syrup got me sleepy, one more sip now then I tubby in
Chucky flesh tattered on my back, all I do is fucking win
Grinding is a sin, I guess I’m on my way to hell
Fucking stuff my pockets like I’m tryina hide a baby whale
Team running bitch I run it, call me Usain
Fresh out the bank running through hunneds like I’m Usain
[Hook]
I’m on the grind, bitch I got the time
I’m a money making nigga can’t you see?
And if they want it, tell them I’ma run it
Real treal ass nigga, I’m a g
Bitches love me, niggas show respect
It’s a bunch of those who don’t like me
Give a fuck bout them, a nigga tryina win
Get them paper and that’s how it’s gonna be
Fuck if they like me, but I bet they show respecting me
Especially, when they see the awesome new weaponry
Got a couple magnums that I keep for protecting me
Make them other niggas bitches just love having sex with me
My bitch takes classic, what else would you expect from me
Banging beats loud pack post live the recipe
Niggas can’t step to me, physically or lyrically
You watch on cotton picking mind, best start fearing me
Maybe they ain’t hearing me, or just don’t get it
My follow in a coat, boy I’ve been tail kicking
My nigga shoot your block, you think the military did it
So chill with all that tough shit, cause I ain’t with that fuck shit
No nuts bitch I can tell you a broad
Treal niggas don’t mix well with you frauds
I keep money even bank account, never odd
And my bars hit hard like ...Gallard
[Hook]
I’m on the grind, bitch I got the time
I’m a money making nigga can’t you see?
And if they want it, tell them I’ma run it
Real treal ass nigga, I’m a g
Bitches love me, niggas show respect
It’s a bunch of those who don’t like me
Give a fuck bout them, a nigga tryina win
Get them paper and that’s how it’s gonna be.
