Testo Real Hustla
Testo Real Hustla
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
Listen They be like, "I be hustling," I be like, "No, you not, bitch"
The steering wheel in yo' Bentley's not the same one in this cockpit
I'm fly wit' it, got my bitch high wit' it (I'm fly wit' it, high wit' it)
Then I hit it from the front, from the back, but she love it when I hit it from the side with it (Side)
They call me Luda' wit' the drop top Chevrolet
Got dibs all up on yo' girl, ho
I be ballin' all day, every day, got cribs all around the world, ho
Turn 10 stacks to a 100 thousand, 100 thousand to a 100 mill
Gold fronts all in my mouth, I hit the dealership and go and get another grill
No need to get specific, one of the richest rappers on the planet
Luda' got spots on the Pacific, Luda' got yachts on the Atlantic
And I just bought a house in the motherland, America, I'm opting out
Still see me on Forbes list, fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout?
This the real hustla, this the real flow (Woo, Glorilla) This the real hustla, this the real flow (Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, whole lotta Memphis shit, nigga)
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow (On gang-gang, on the gang-gang)
They be like, "I be hustling," I be like, "No, you not, bitch"
Came from the bottom, ho, I'll blow yo' top, bitch
Glo wit' it, Memphis, we so wit' it
Yeah, we the type to snatch ya wig and mop the floor wit' it
Gon' split it in half, but wit' my cash I'm not the sharing type
Fuck ya nigga then put him out on his ass, I'm not the caring type
I'm all about my paper, that's me wit' all them bottles
You know yo' nigga's a sucker but I can make him swallow
'Cause he know that Glo the P ass fat, oh, but my wallet fatter (Ass fat, wallet fatter)
I get that bread first, then get that head after, he fled after (Give me that)
These boss bitches united, drank or smoke, then po' it and light it
'Cause this a hustla's convention
And broke bitches, y'all ain't invited
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
Get yo' money up (nigga) or stay the fuck down (ho)
I'm in my zone ballin', bitch, that's a touchdown
Yeah, now put your money up or stay the fuck down
I'm in my zone ballin', bitch, that's a touchdown
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
Listen They be like, "I be hustling," I be like, "No, you not, bitch"
The steering wheel in yo' Bentley's not the same one in this cockpit
I'm fly wit' it, got my bitch high wit' it (I'm fly wit' it, high wit' it)
Then I hit it from the front, from the back, but she love it when I hit it from the side with it (Side)
They call me Luda' wit' the drop top Chevrolet
Got dibs all up on yo' girl, ho
I be ballin' all day, every day, got cribs all around the world, ho
Turn 10 stacks to a 100 thousand, 100 thousand to a 100 mill
Gold fronts all in my mouth, I hit the dealership and go and get another grill
No need to get specific, one of the richest rappers on the planet
Luda' got spots on the Pacific, Luda' got yachts on the Atlantic
And I just bought a house in the motherland, America, I'm opting out
Still see me on Forbes list, fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout?
This the real hustla, this the real flow (Woo, Glorilla) This the real hustla, this the real flow (Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, whole lotta Memphis shit, nigga)
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow (On gang-gang, on the gang-gang)
They be like, "I be hustling," I be like, "No, you not, bitch"
Came from the bottom, ho, I'll blow yo' top, bitch
Glo wit' it, Memphis, we so wit' it
Yeah, we the type to snatch ya wig and mop the floor wit' it
Gon' split it in half, but wit' my cash I'm not the sharing type
Fuck ya nigga then put him out on his ass, I'm not the caring type
I'm all about my paper, that's me wit' all them bottles
You know yo' nigga's a sucker but I can make him swallow
'Cause he know that Glo the P ass fat, oh, but my wallet fatter (Ass fat, wallet fatter)
I get that bread first, then get that head after, he fled after (Give me that)
These boss bitches united, drank or smoke, then po' it and light it
'Cause this a hustla's convention
And broke bitches, y'all ain't invited
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
Get yo' money up (nigga) or stay the fuck down (ho)
I'm in my zone ballin', bitch, that's a touchdown
Yeah, now put your money up or stay the fuck down
I'm in my zone ballin', bitch, that's a touchdown
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