Cashis - Imma Hustla Lyrics
feat. Crooked I & Sullee J.Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and doughSuffer then the regular hoeI don’t trust her riding with the iron you knowAnd when you hit the ground I’ll knowYou ain’t got no paper leftBetter get your paper rightI don’t go to sleep niggerI don’t even say good nightGet it day and nightI’m slinging like I’m weighing right?Stay and fight bust the douglasSlay a mic hustlers loversY’all crazy thinking that you can compare meTo other suckersIt’s all gravy mother*****ersCause I smother *****ersKeep the language of the streetsWhen I’m banging beatsWhen Jeezy used to hang with MeechRocking more shineWinning bankers winning richThey no stop like I’m getting close lineLike I’m hanging sheetsSlow the houseNickel Joey I ain’t hourHow a crook get a symbol by the higher powerThe power in my coup,I’m the Eiffel TowerAnd my host has got more toastsThan a bridal showerHear the pain in my voiceWhen I hear the ray pitchI was born in a ditchBut Imma die richImma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and doughSuffer then the regular hoeI don’t trust her riding with the iron you knowAnd when you hit the ground I’ll knowImma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and doughSuffer then the regular hoeI don’t trust her riding with the iron you knowAnd when you hit the ground I’ll knowThe repercussions for…Tie’em up, put them in the trunkHit the speaker rompingMy speech is runningIs cooking coke on the easy ovenDon’t be easySmoking all my weed in publicHad the two to ***** itPulling up my…I ain’t talking luncheonWhen I say that all my dreams and…Your life is like an after partySee niggers runningYou nigger ain’t retaliate for nothingYou know that hard talk was just bluffingAnd you niggers is not trustingMoney Imma touch it ball overNiggers live of itBut Imma dust from itLet you finding the *****I ain’t worried bout nothingI keep my grill up on my stomachNoen of you ***** niggers want it come onImma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and doughSuffer then the regular hoeI don’t trust her riding with the iron you knowAnd when you hit the ground I’ll knowImma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and doughSuffer then the regular hoeI don’t trust her riding with the iron you knowAnd when you hit the ground I’ll knowIf you chipping eyes to tiesIt’ll be the cause of your demiseI bring the…to your corpsesSee the storm that’s in my eyesAnd from the eyes of the echelonUse to hack it lowSo wretched for…Hustle with the mind is divineIs a form of scriptPut the formula on formulaAnd agonizing the soulsI can masturbateWhen money in the jack it lay lowThese will multiply my equityThe industry just diving meI swear to soul I use this remedyRich in my faithI get rich in my GilliganThe problem isn’t realI’m an issue Miss AmericaI’ve been raised to be a warriorA form of notoriousDown with the snitchNo rails in your postersMy own CD for the soldiersImma hustler, I’ve been selling name for a hoeHe’s a buster, siding with the Jakes and I knowI don’t trust ya, I’m riding with the fire that growIf it’s hot enough to burn and inspire your soulImma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and doughSuffer then the regular hoeI don’t trust her riding with the iron you knowAnd when you hit the ground I’ll know
