Hustler Musik - Lil Wayne

Hit me

Right in the sternum this time, T-baby

Shit, you already know, you already know

You already know, damn, shit

This that hustler music

Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music

So ride to it y’all, vibe to it y’all, damn

Goddamn

Missed and hit a nigga in his head with this one

I’mma paint the city red with this one

I’mma head with this one

See you fucking with the boy

Who tote toys way before Christmas

No assistance, just that persistence with that commitment

If I don’t get it somebody gon' die tonight

I know my vibe is tight

And I deserve the throne

If the kid ain’t right

Then let me die on this song

See I be riding just riding alone

With my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kidding

How the hell you ain’t here to see your prince do his thing?

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king shall be

So I be who I be

That’s me, that’s Weezy F. Baby and

Please say the motherfucking

So I be who I be

That’s me, that’s Weezy F. Baby and

Please say the motherfucking

Baby you gotta know that I’m just out here doing

What I gotta do for me and you and we eating

So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I’m taking these chances

My head to the sky

My feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge

If the money don’t move

Then I won’t budge, won’t budge

No, I won’t budge, no

Lord

Money is the motivation

Facing the avenue

Back touchin' the wall

Got the weed

Got the gun

Gotta run when I hear the bird call (birrr) damn

Hop in that thing and merk off

Swerve off

You know me, they call me Birdman Jr

Anybody murderer

If Birdman sponsor it

Phantom of the opera

All black guap tent locked in

I can let them shots out

You can’t get no shots in

Bulletproof

Leave a nigga with a bullet roof

Shoot you in your mouth Leroy

They call him bullet tooth

I’m like what it do, what it do

There’s a full court

Pressure I’m just going for the two

If I’m open for the three

I’mma take it in a second

Even if there’s one second

I’mma make it.

It’s nothing

I don’t take it for granted

I don’t take it for nothing

I take it for what it’s worth to the dirt motherfucker

Baby you gotta know that I’m just out here doing

What I gotta do for me and you and we eating

So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I’m taking these chances

My head to the sky

My feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge

If the money don’t move

Then I won’t budge, won’t budge

No, I won’t budge, no

Lord

I ain’t never killed nobody I promise

And I promise if you try me

He gon' have to rewind this track

And make me go back, that thing’ll go rrat

That boy will lay flat so flat

That act is what I perform amongst you haters

Got Nina in my palm and I’m masturbating

Black Peter Pan fly 'til I die what you saying

Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stand

Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba

Streets reply I look great in a four-seater

You know I be out here riding a four-seater

Top floor of the Four Seasons four of them whores

And they all know how to cook it up

And look I got some

And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up

See it’s a cold world so homie bundle up

We ain’t on this grind for nothing

Now get your hustle up

Baby you gotta know that I’m just out here doing

What I gotta do for me and you and we eating

So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I’m taking these chances

My head to the sky

My feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge

If the money don’t move

Then I won’t budge, won’t budge

No, I won’t budge, no

Lord

Baby you gotta know that I’m just out here doing

What I gotta do for me and you and we eating

So bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I’m taking these chances

My head to the sky

My feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge

If the money don’t move

Then I won’t budge, won’t budge

No, I won’t budge, no

Lord

Man, man

Just be that hustler music

Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music

Y’all, so ride to it y’all

And vibe to it y’all

I’m asking y’all please please

Young Weezy got that hustler music

Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music

Ride to it y’all and

Vibe to it y’all

Vibe to it y’all

Shh

Shit

Shit

It’s real shit man, it’s real talk man

It’s how we do it, how we did it, how we done it ay

It’s real shit man, it’s real talk boy

It’s how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

I ain’t bragging, I ain’t boasting it’s the way it go

I ain’t bragging, I ain’t boasting it’s the way it is

Better guard your kids, guard your face

Better guard your body, we warned the place

We here, fuck bitches

It’s Young Money, nigga