100 Hussles Lyrics

And the hustler of the year one goes

Too

(hundred, hunnid, hunnid,)

BYRD! (NML Mafia Shit)

I got a hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles

I say I've got a hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles

I say I've got a hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles, hunnid hustles

I say I've got a hunnid hustle, hunnid hustle, hunnid hustle

Yeah, let me show you a hunnid ways to get paid

Yeah, I sell tea

I'm getting money every day

I learned four ricks, and I'm eating off the tray

I got my own label

All the papers say my name

The weed gang popping off, so I'm about to top it off

Been to make some money off these woods

that I'm fucking rolling

Started selling lashes, creating fake asses

I might start filling up urns with some ashes

Might flip tickets that I got on Ticketmaster

People paying tithes, I might turn it to a pastor

Couple years ago, they thought I was just a rapper

I rapped for a passion

The money came after the yo

I'm behind the board, or I'm in the booth

Who is you

Shake your hand, think I might go to nail school

Pay my dues, buy a truck, and go to CDL school

Pay my dues

Already been to hell and back doing it

I gotta hunt it, hustle it, run it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it, hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

Run it

I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

Hey, look, fake friends want a change up

Love a nigga when I'm paid up

Pull up on you with the thang tucked

I don't argue, that's lame, bruh

Fuck with me, bitch, you a lie

Beef with me, that's suicide

Call me out, I won't reply

No soul, see it in my eyes

Heart broke, had to bounce back

Start slow, then I'm hitting that

Cross me, I don't talk back

Lost me, you gon' walk back

Young boss, that's old facts

Hit the box, yeah, old snack

Two cents get your body back

Keep the change, I don't need that

Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress

Bird don't got no stress

Call your people, tell them I'm next

Don't reply, I don't read text

Voicemail, bitch, leave a message

Self-made, bitch, I'm a blessing

Cold game, no second guessing

Bring the pressure, better find the exit

Who the hottest bird

What's the question

Lose your life if you ever try to test me

Cold case, couldn't find confession

Down bad, had to change direction

I don't trust you, you or you

Red dot aiming at your crew

Strapped up, aiming at your boo

Clapped up, bullets coming through

I gotta hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

Hunt it, hustle it

I say I gotta hunt it, hustle it