Letra de Hustlin Mfs - DaBoii

(Feat. Baby Money)

(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

Bustdown for a bitch if she loyal

This ho beggin' on her knees, this bitch spoiled

Buy her shit to make her leave, she annoying

We don't rock no crushed diamonds, that shit pointless

A bag comin' to your door, it's important

Fifty of 'em touched down for the Jordan

I make pape' in every state like I'm tourin'

Get it at night, the bag gone by the morning, some hustlin' motherfuckers

The bag gone by the morning, stash look enoromous

We don't put the huns with the fifties, gotta sort 'em

All these diamonds on my body, you can tell that I'm important

Be so high up off this life, I don't even know where I'm goin', nigga

Yeah, I ain't tryna kick it, hang out with you, I'm on my grind today

Oh, it's 'bout some pussy? Not no money? I ain't tryna stay

Remember bein' lost up in that sauce, I had to find a way

I'm tryna stack so much cheddar cheese that I could buy the bank

Nigga, everybody livin' this facade like they step and kill

VVs in my glasses plus the Rollie, and they match the grill

Talkin' to Ghazi, I'm worth a lil' more, I need an extra deal

Talkin' all that like you like that, you ain't that for real

If that shit ain't sold before I'm landin', I ain't touchin' down

Nothin' on me plain, I'm jeweled up, nigga, bust it down

All these excuses, you ain't tryna slide, givin' the run-around

Let a nigga run off with that bag, then we gon' hunt him down, nigga

Bustdown for a bitch if she loyal

This ho beggin' on her knees, this bitch spoiled

Buy her shit to make her leave, she annoying

We don't rock no crushed diamonds, that shit pointless

A bag comin' to your door, it's important

Fifty of 'em touched down for the Jordan

I make pape' in every state like I'm tourin'

Get it at night, the bag gone by the morning, some hustlin' motherfuckers

Anything, I can sell it, a bag, I can mail it

I got rich off a small cellphone and a scale

Plus I'm winnin' all the time, that shit cover up my L's

I ain't runnin' from no smoke, roll it up and I inhale it

In the streets all my life, if you let a nigga tell it

I can't go and get a job 'cause I'm a two-time felon

Fuck a 9-to-5, bitch, I'm known for breakdown sellin'

Short a tenth on every gram, I'ma make mine separate

I'm with eight, nine steppers, so stay calm, ready

I be fuckin' niggas' bitches, make 'em FaceTime naked

Been gettin' money since a kid, at the playground flexin'

Fuck a plane, we comin' up at the Greyhound exit, easy money

Bustdown for a bitch if she loyal

This ho beggin' on her knees, this bitch spoiled

Buy her shit to make her leave, she annoying

We don't rock no crushed diamonds, that shit pointless

A bag comin' to your door, it's important

Fifty of 'em touched down for the Jordan

I make pape' in every state like I'm tourin'

Get it at night, the bag gone by the morning, some hustlin' motherfuckers

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