HUSTLA ANTHEM ft. CHA$EMONEY Lyrics

We make niggas wanna hustle when they listen to the music (yeah)

Eye a bad bitch down like what you doing? (aye)

Where you going? What you finna get into? (where you headed bae?)

I was trying to see if I could conversate with you

But if not then it's cool I ain't never really tripping (nope)

What you gotta know that chicken come before the bitches (always)

Point god like to pass the ball to my niggas (swing the rock)

James Harden down in Philly nigga I'm assisting

Yeah he really the ball he threw a couple pros on a nigga

Yeah I had some bows but I lost em all (lost that shit)

In the air from Cali we gone fly to y'all

If y'all sell em cheap we gone really have to buy em all (forreal all cash)

Taking trips with my bitch drop a bag on my bitch (yeah)

We got the cash from a lick don't read the tags we just spend (no need to read that shit)

But we spend it fast

Feeling like Lil Kee all my guns got a switch attached

Finna turn that savage up nigga I can't switch it back

Money over hoes that's the code I'm never switching that

Don't believe these niggas they be lying for the internet

I swear to God I know em in real life and they ain't living that (forreal)

Check a niggas tab (look a nigga up)

We got receipts on you fuck niggas lame ass niggas get a bag

How you run it up with out no motherfucking motion

What you need from a nigga I can she you love

I can show you pros I can't get to it

Always thinking bout my hoe what that bitch doing

She can call in the night I'm gone get to her

But if she call when the pape come she gotta wait for me

Move you out move you where you good (come here)

Take yo ass shopping baby as I should

Brown skin lil bitch she look like Megan Good

The Draco its 762 it's all wood

I wish a nigga would come and try me

If I hit the feds who the fuck gone write me?

Not a soul not a person my mama only

That's why when I'm outside I'm riding by my lonely

Only child hanging by myself for some company

Told these lame ass niggas boy you can't fuck with me

Baby you ain't gotta lie just keep it a buck with me

If you do ima get you right you know wassup with me

Yeah you know what I'm about

I can show you ten different ways to slut you out

Ima put you on yo knees ima stuff it in yo mouth

Ima put it in yo mouth yeah uh

Hell yeah I know she like that

Instead of saying shit in real life he'd rather type that

Yeah I see that shit but I ain't even finna write back

I swear to God I lose it all today I get it right back

Yeah bitch I'm foreva turnt ain't no going down

When I step up in the city I'm the littest in the town

His bitch choosing now he salty and left out with a frown

And you love her you a clown man that bitch been thrown around nigga