bally baby - hustlin mf lyrics
[intro]
(zaycello, you made this?)
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
okay, hustlin’ motherf+cker (yeah)
i’m gon’ make somethin’ shake, i’ll show you how to turn nothin’ to somethin’ (okay)
i got racks stacked up for rainy days, it ain’t always sunny (that’s what?)
give a f+ck about your attitude, go get you some money (okay, cool)
n+ggas love you when you f+cked up, hate to see you go get to it (f+ck ’em)
talkin’ ’bout pop out, make ’em hate this sh+t, n+ggas mad they blew it (catch ’em up)
i took losses back+to+back, you don’t see me cryin’ ’bout this sh+t (uh+uh)
ayy, i been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the quag’ with tris (yeah)
[verse]
yeah, double cup filled up with syrup (yeah), hit the block and hug the curb (yeah)
gotta keep my glizzy tucked (yeah), poor+ass n+gga linkin’ up (linkin’ up)
need to link up with the bank (yeah), put some racks inside your pocket (nah, for real)
take a trip, tryna find a plug (yeah), f+cked ’round ran into the socket (yeah)
thirteen fifty for balenci’ (uh+uh), you won’t see me in some klonies (you won’t)
got nothin’ but walk in with a gun (uh), these lil’ n+ggas fried bologna (they fried)
these lil’ n+ggas nothin’ but grits, bad b+tch, she bone throwin’ fits (yeah)
fresh as f+ck every time you see me (uh+uh), i been stayin’ awake for rich (yeah)
i done broke the money counter, my bankroll be extra sloppy (okay)
neighbors b+tchin’ ’bout the traffic, got the block hot like a taki (that’s trap)
he a doorman, he a runner, he ain’t never seen a boss (uh+uh)
n+gga, you down on your d+ck, why you worried ’bout an opp? (uh)
[chorus]
okay, hustlin’ motherf+cker (yeah)
i’m gon’ make somethin’ shake, i’ll show you how to turn nothin’ to somethin’ (okay)
i got racks stacked up for rainy days, it ain’t always sunny (that’s what?)
give a f+ck about your attitude, go get you some money (okay, cool)
n+ggas love you when you f+cked up, hate to see you go get to it (f+ck ’em)
talkin’ ’bout pop out, make ’em hate this sh+t, n+ggas mad they blew it (catch ’em up)
i took losses back+to+back, you don’t see me cryin’ ’bout this sh+t (uh+uh)
ayy, i been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the quag’ with tris (yeah)
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