And the hustler of the year one goes
Too
(hundred, hunnid, hunnid,)
BYRD! (NML Mafia Shit)
I got a hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles
I say I've got a hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles
I say I've got a hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles
I say I've got a hunnid hustle, hunnid hustle, hunnid hustle
Yeah, let me show you a hunnid ways to get paid
Yeah, I sell tea
I'm getting money every day
I learned four ricks, and I'm eating off the tray
I got my own label
All the papers say my name
The weed gang popping off, so I'm about to top it off
Been to make some money off these woods
That I'm f*cking rolling
Started selling lashes, creating fake asses
I might start filling up urns with some ashes
Might flip tickets that I got on Ticketmaster
People paying tithes, I might turn it to a pastor
Couple years ago, they thought I was just a rapper
I rapped for a passion
The money came after the yo
I'm behind the board, or I'm in the booth
Who is you
Shake your hand, think I might go to nail school
Pay my dues, buy a truck, and go to CDL school
Pay my dues
Already been to hell and back doing it
I gotta hunt it, hustle it, run it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it, hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
Run it
I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
Hey, look, fake friends want a change up
Love a nigga when I'm paid up
Pull up on you with the thang tucked
I don't argue, that's lame, bruh
F*ck with me, bitch, you a lie
Beef with me, that's suicide
Call me out, I won't reply
No soul, see it in my eyes
Heart broke, had to bounce back
Start slow, then I'm hitting that
Cross me, I don't talk back
Lost me, you gon' walk back
Young boss, that's old facts
Hit the box, yeah, old snack
Two cents get your body back
Keep the change, I don't need that
Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress
Bird don't got no stress
Call your people, tell them I'm next
Don't reply, I don't read text
Voicemail, bitch, leave a message
Self-made, bitch, I'm a blessing
Cold game, no second guessing
Bring the pressure, better find the exit
Who the hottest bird
What's the question
Lose your life if you ever try to test me
Cold case, couldn't find confession
Down bad, had to change direction
I don't trust you, you or you
Red dot aiming at your crew
Strapped up, aiming at your boo
Clapped up, bullets coming through
I gotta hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
Hunt it, hustle it
I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it