Show Ya Hustle ft. Dub82 Lyrics

You said you want some money show ya hustle get it in

Work ya cell phone like a code but never tell ya biz

Pop a perky like I'm always hurting this shit here never stop

Rubberbanding money into knots this shit look like blocks

Pull up on me like a Uber duffle bag full I'm gone

flood the streets with pressure but I move around like I'm ghost

Stacking money like I'm out here hurting

This shit never stop

Glock 45 on my waist incase I run into a opp

Where I come from people busted and disgusted

Let them know I come from 900 square feet of living down in welters hoe

Acting humble but I pop my shit

Every now and again hoping God don't strike me down for all the crime and sin I did

Ask about me all about my hustle I'm a get it

Gone can take a pound and have it sold before I end the phone call

What you know bout ounce for ounce

What you know bout eighths and shit

Don't ever ride around with none on you

Don't ever get caught with the bricks

Got this freaky ass bitch she said she wanna fuck and chill

Ain't no Netflix type of hoe she bougie but I like that shit

Texting me all kind of shit

Telling me how she in love

Say she want it raw but I never hit it without the glove

You said you want some money show ya hustle get it in

Work ya cell phone like a code but never tell ya biz

Pop a perky like I'm always hurting this shit here never stop

Rubberbanding money into knots this shit look like blocks

Pull up on me like a Uber duffle bag full I'm gone

flood the streets with pressure but I move around like I'm ghost

Stacking money like I'm out here hurting

This shit never stop

Glock 45 on my waist incase I run into a opp

On the clock on the corner whatever way just get it in

Ran up some bucks up off that truck got some young niggas moving fin shhh

Nah I can't talk to much cuz then the feds gone start to dig

I done took so many loses I was down but now I win

I got a thick lil bitch she twerking

I won't more just bring your friends

If I can't bring the fire you know I won't be coming in

So much envy in this world got me stuck up

If it ain't about that dollar then bitch hush up

Niggas say they won't me dead then I just flip my finger up

All my shooters they on go

Come in kicking down yo doe

Bullets fly no where to go

Hit you right up in your dome

Now they tagging on your toe

You said you want some money show ya hustle get it in

Work ya cell phone like a code but never tell ya biz

Pop a perky like I'm always hurting this shit here never stop

Rubberbanding money into knots this shit look like blocks

Pull up on me like a Uber duffle bag full I'm gone

flood the streets with pressure but I move around like I'm ghost

Stacking money like I'm out here hurting

This shit never stop

Glock 45 on my waist incase I run into a opp