fuvk you mena nigg u anin shit

daddy was a hustlah
momma was a hustlah
grama was a hustlah
grampa was a hustlah

niggas shoulda known that i would grow to be a hustlah

2X

i get money
you get money
he get money
she get mone

4x

whos gid money?

verse 1
on tha floor countin bread eyes on the back of my head
tryin to keepp count while this bitch is screamin bloody red
kick her out im on my route paper boy aint sellin out
find a way to get enough, shoe box to armoured truck
get ya money test ya luck build it up and live it up
cut the slice and serve it right never know parahhnas bite
i be the shark u be the fish bet that im survivin this
money on my cranium gossip for lakeiisha them
business never personal bitches so emotional
get ya fuckin weight up and let this fuckin money grow
momma was a hustla daddy was a hustla niggas shoulda known that i would build my fuckin muscle up
watch the game and learn enough play my part and never stuck
get it at all cost im takin no loss
fuck a piece of the pie im wantin it all
i can see it when im sleepin mane it aint far at all... thats why

hook

you count sheep i count dollas u weap i take nada
u do it for yo pockets while i do it for la raza
money getta like stack house hustle for the bucks
miltown my city ask the mayor if u want
dark shades clear vision my style is so vivid
boss business but i still stay black bird fitted
success aint takin no lessi must confess
brick walls turn to gold halls laced for the best
and they wonder why i grind so hard for the check
cause i wrote my own ticket yeah u know im a vet
young seed drop an album called p street profit
im still on the block gettin money betta stop it
hood shit happen every day
niggas thro they life away
thats why i stay focused on the money so that i can say...

daddy was a hustlah
momma was a hustlah
grama was a hustlah
grampa was a hustlah