Hustlers Prayer Lyrics

I gotta get it by any means

When I pull up

Please don't make a scene

Living my life

Gotta get the green

Tiger blood in me

Like Charlie sheen

She ain't a princess

She beauty queen

Thats why I be fallin' in love

She fly in the sky like a dove

And she don't be fuckin with scrubs

Shout out my bro and my cuz

I don't be talking to fuzz

I think you talkin' to much

I think you talkin' to much

R.I.P. Bezo

I got you bro

I said I got you I ain't letting go

If you said that Urdie fell off

You ain't even know

Ultra glide like I'm on the skates

Take a plane now I'm switchin' states

Outta body

Man im switchin' states

New home and it got a gate

New squad we tha renegade

God please pray for the hate

And you simps who ain't getting laid

Alfredo called said you want the fade

Hustle pray then innovate

Make a movie like Kevin gates

Got a problem

Let's get it straight

Your mind is like real estate

Urdie give a fuck about the hate

Gotta get the money any way

Start off selling lemonade

Now I'm selling whips everyday

Is this what you wanna do

You come all this way

You have one bad day and you want to back down

Man I think I need another safe

Four, five, six, seven, eight

Sauced up let it marinate

Mow the grass had to the cut the snakes

For the money man I'm never late

QB tryna make a play

No road had to make a way

I was just tryna break away

I won't ever let you fade away

Things are different but we stay the same

Hate the player

Don't hate the game

Get the money man

Fuck the fame