Yea, yea, she got friends in the function but I told her bring some more
Its in my pants, try reach for my bands, I might let it blow
You not my mans, bitch go kick a can, you is not my bro
This ain't ranch up on her face, boy you better come get your ho
Bitch, I growed up like a white boy, mama never told me no
You can come up in the crib but leave your shoes up at the door
They like, how you get this money, bitch? I don't even know
Just like my mama, bitch, you know I be hustling
G2 on my lap, bitch, so I really don't do tusslin
Bitch, you not gon' stab me in my back cause I might up my hand
Every time this hoe done pissed me off, I went buy vetements
Yeah, I wanna mansion and these cars but I got better plans
I'll let you know if its gon rain, bitch, I'm the weatherman
Niggas broke as f*ck, they can't show a band
Nigga, I don't know you, but you know who I am
Hunnid dolla Toilet paper cost a lot to wipe my shit
All I drive is big bodies, cost a lot to wash my whips
All I take is private planes, it cost a lot to take these trips
They like, damn, your life a movie, it cost a lot to do this shit
This hoe stepped up on my new balance, f*ck up out my face
Every week it's like a new hoe, damn, they can't replace
I can't say what's in my cup, I'm not tryna waste
The way these niggas be on f*ckin' dick, how it taste
Yea, yea, she got friends in the function but I told her bring some more
Its in my pants, try reach for my bands, I might let it blow
You not my mans, bitch go kick a can, you is not my bro
This ain't ranch up on her face, boy you better come get your ho
Bitch, I growed up like a white boy, mama never told me no
You can come up in the crib but leave your shoes up at the door
They like, how you get this money, bitch? I don't even know
Just like my mama, bitch, you know I be hustling
G2 on my lap, bitch, so I really don't do tusslin
Bitch, you not gon' stab me in my back cause I might up my hand
Every time this hoe done pissed me off, I went buy vetements
Yeah, I wanna mansion and these cars but I got better plans
Zeeyoor - Hustling Lyrics
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Yea, yea, she got friends in the function but I told her bring some more
Its in my pants, try reach for my bands, I might let it blow
You not my mans, bitch go kick a can, you is not my bro
This ain't ranch up on her face, boy you better come get your ho
Bitch, I growed up like a white boy, mama never told me no
You can come up in the crib but leave your shoes up at the door
They like, how you get this money, bitch? I don't even know
Just like my mama, bitch, you know I be hustling
G2 on my lap, bitch, so I really don't do tusslin
Bitch, you not gon' stab me in my back cause I might up my hand
Every time this hoe done pissed me off, I went buy vetements
Yeah, I wanna mansion and these cars but I got better plans
I'll let you know if its gon rain, bitch, I'm the weatherman
Niggas broke as f*ck, they can't show a band
Nigga, I don't know you, but you know who I am
Hunnid dolla Toilet paper cost a lot to wipe my shit
All I drive is big bodies, cost a lot to wash my whips
All I take is private planes, it cost a lot to take these trips
They like, damn, your life a movie, it cost a lot to do this shit
This hoe stepped up on my new balance, f*ck up out my face
Every week it's like a new hoe, damn, they can't replace
I can't say what's in my cup, I'm not tryna waste
The way these niggas be on f*ckin' dick, how it taste
Yea, yea, she got friends in the function but I told her bring some more
Its in my pants, try reach for my bands, I might let it blow
You not my mans, bitch go kick a can, you is not my bro
This ain't ranch up on her face, boy you better come get your ho
Bitch, I growed up like a white boy, mama never told me no
You can come up in the crib but leave your shoes up at the door
They like, how you get this money, bitch? I don't even know
Just like my mama, bitch, you know I be hustling
G2 on my lap, bitch, so I really don't do tusslin
Bitch, you not gon' stab me in my back cause I might up my hand
Every time this hoe done pissed me off, I went buy vetements
Yeah, I wanna mansion and these cars but I got better plans
Its in my pants, try reach for my bands, I might let it blow
You not my mans, bitch go kick a can, you is not my bro
This ain't ranch up on her face, boy you better come get your ho
Bitch, I growed up like a white boy, mama never told me no
You can come up in the crib but leave your shoes up at the door
They like, how you get this money, bitch? I don't even know
Just like my mama, bitch, you know I be hustling
G2 on my lap, bitch, so I really don't do tusslin
Bitch, you not gon' stab me in my back cause I might up my hand
Every time this hoe done pissed me off, I went buy vetements
Yeah, I wanna mansion and these cars but I got better plans
I'll let you know if its gon rain, bitch, I'm the weatherman
Niggas broke as f*ck, they can't show a band
Nigga, I don't know you, but you know who I am
Hunnid dolla Toilet paper cost a lot to wipe my shit
All I drive is big bodies, cost a lot to wash my whips
All I take is private planes, it cost a lot to take these trips
They like, damn, your life a movie, it cost a lot to do this shit
This hoe stepped up on my new balance, f*ck up out my face
Every week it's like a new hoe, damn, they can't replace
I can't say what's in my cup, I'm not tryna waste
The way these niggas be on f*ckin' dick, how it taste
Yea, yea, she got friends in the function but I told her bring some more
Its in my pants, try reach for my bands, I might let it blow
You not my mans, bitch go kick a can, you is not my bro
This ain't ranch up on her face, boy you better come get your ho
Bitch, I growed up like a white boy, mama never told me no
You can come up in the crib but leave your shoes up at the door
They like, how you get this money, bitch? I don't even know
Just like my mama, bitch, you know I be hustling
G2 on my lap, bitch, so I really don't do tusslin
Bitch, you not gon' stab me in my back cause I might up my hand
Every time this hoe done pissed me off, I went buy vetements
Yeah, I wanna mansion and these cars but I got better plans
Writer: Zack Brooks
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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