Hustle Man - Jay Rock, Ab-Soul

I’m the first mother fucker on the block for the cheese

And be the last mother fucker to leave

Willie D he said it best

Just a ghetto boy, moving with my metal toy

Gotta get them dolla’s

Bust my metal for the cheddah' boy

Catch me in the spot

Cooking and cutting serving the yola

Post up on the corner, you want it?

'tryna ride my partners, we coming homie we got them choppers

Hanging out impalas with shotty’s knock your life out ya body

All about a dolla right, now im every bitches type

Now they wanna holla so i knock 'em let 'em swallow pipe

Back to my money yeah, gotta get my money right

Look this dogg gotta eat

I can’t handle my hungry nights

A lot of niggas starving hard so they tend to steal and rob

I just hustle, hustle until a nigga livin large

And all a nigga know is to bang and ball

Moving with my mac 10 ducking the law

Now put my gat to the scene on my jeans

I be clockin' like a watch you never seen

I wake up in the morning blowing doja countin' green

That’s a grinders every day routine

The people say hey Mr. hustle man, hey Mr. hustle man

How can we get it like you (the people say)

Hey mr.

hustle man, hey mr.

hustle man

Wish i had a hustle like you

Get a bird, bust it down

Feds knock, flush it down

Niggas snitchin, hushy now

45 precious crown

Im on some get money shit and I’m real with it

Im on my grind bitch 'tryna get a meal ticket

Look these fake rap niggas steady fabricating

He said he got a 100 ki’s he exaggerating

Look im not a hater, jay rock congratulating

Real niggas who getting money and paper chasin'

Look im on the ave.

i gets cash

Hit the mall pop tags

Zoom through new coup top back

Wipe me down, my big Glock is cocked back

I’ll shoot you down

Suwoop, niggas know how i move around

Niggas talk but when i pop up look its not a sound

That’s how it is when they talk behind your back

They ain’t nothin' but some hoes that’s a fact