Birdman, Lil Wayne, Gudda and Drake - Hustle

Yea
Just like priceless
Something you can't see nigga

Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got guns
And my guns got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm gonna do is whatever I is (A-R)
Everyday I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
Money money money money money money
Young Money, Gudda (Gudda)

Nigga I don't trust a soul so I ride alone
I keep my eyes in my rear view ridin' home
See I'm ready for whatever, understand me
Any situation, whatever the lord hand me
We pull guns, you niggas don't pull a damn thing
The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring
Roll the dice man we kill time gambling
W-wintertime top down, nigga real arrogant
Big money so we blowin' it apparently
C-cash money, young money, yea it's all family
Birdman, Weezy they payin' all salaries
And I'm a ride wit 'em til they bury me

Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got gun
And my guns got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm gonna do is whatever I did (A-R)
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
Money money money money money money

Livin' that life
Livin' that life from under dem streetlights
But it ain't bright enough to show me where I'm goin'
But I still find my way and when I do I keep goin'
And I'm, a nigga wit strikes
Try me and your family don't sleep right
Didn't think I was tough enough to make it on my own
But I can get through anything if I done made it through the storm
And uh, now I'm killin' at night,
Killin' that night life on the east side
Leather on chrome
Television with the phone
And the top is so gone

Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got guns
And my guns got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm gonna do is whatever I did (A-R)
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
Money money money money money money

(Yea L-F-L-S nigga, like father like son
All day very day bitch, make money til it don't make sense)
Yea flash the bright lights
Nigga smash on site
Born rich bitch-nigga live with no wife
Keep the pain of the price
Prices with the dice
Give a fuck about your life
Rollin' rally stripes
High like a kite, G-4 every night
Overseas money bitch we do it so right
Don't do it right so we don't it all
Money hard
Bitch nigga playin' like a ball
Ball life, ya head life
Ya gettin' getcha game right
Ya paid the price, hit ya up and laid you right
Twist ya life nigga, we live in sunshine
5-star condo and stay fly

Ya see times is hard as it is (Yea just like dat)
That's why I got girls
And my girls got kids
(Pearl white, snow white you understand me nigga?)
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
(So clean, so fresh)
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
(Sharp red diamonds nigga)
Every day I been prayin' to you Pretty black tools
(you understand me)
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
(Yea hood bags of money nigga)
(you understand me?)
I get money money money money money money
(Gold picture frames nigga you understand me?)
Money money money money money money (Big money shit)

Let's get it big money poppin' boy
I see you little nigga
Just like dat
Uptown, we in the building bitch
Worldwide gettin' money boy
Yea, I'm talking that big money poppin' shit
Big money nigga, that 100

Written by:
Bryan Williams, Rondell II Cobbs

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