Born Hustler Lyrics

Born Hustler, you know AyooNick

(AyooNick)

I got brand new designer on my fit

(On my fit)

I ain't even bout the flexing but legit

(I'm legit)

All these fake niggas making me feel sick

(Sick)

But I don't give a fuck bout none of them

(None of them)

I'm to busy running M's

(I'm running M's)

I'm finna get them M and M's

I ain't from New York, but that's word on my Timbs

(On my Timbs)

Been on different time, business man yea I'm $lim

(Yea I'm slim, slim)

Yea the reaper, I'm blowing up shit like Creeper

She want me to look can't see her

Came to close gave her a fever

Ain't bout business had to leave her

I kept it real I had to leave her

She threw the pass I ain't receive her

Had whipped off in four seater

Know that I am true, I do not need a feature

(Don't need a feature)

I don't really mind if you got something to offer

I catch a body like Vince Carter

On every song I'm coming harder

Not the "Kidd" but I go Harder'

I'm a young boy ain't no stater

I am not new to this

But I am true to this

Since out the uterus

Not with the stupid shit

But I get stupid with it

When the time get hard I just go in

Ain't sell my soul I'm hustling

Why don't you wanna see me win?

A brother tryna get it in

I'm a king in my blood got Haitian

If you fucking with me and a bad bitch then you boming in

If you liking what you see you know you gotta bring a friend

No it's not for me but if you bring her in, then she for my mans

Let her top me off while I am counting bands

(Straight to dunnie land)

Born Hustler, you know AyooNick

(AyooNick)

I got brand new designer on my fit

(On my fit)

I ain't even bout the flexing but legit

(I'm legit)

All these fake niggas making me feel sick

(Sick)

But I don't give a fuck bout none of them

(None of them)

I'm to busy running M's

(I'm running M's)

I'm finna get them M and M's

I ain't from New York, but that's word on my Timbs

(On my Timbs)

Been on different time, business man yea I'm $lim

(Yea I'm slim, slim)

Yea the reaper, I'm blowing up shit like Creeper

She want me to look can't see her

Came to close gave her a fever

Ain't bout business had to leave her

I kept it real I had to leave her

She threw the pass I ain't receive her

Had whipped off in four seater

Know that I am true, I do not need a feature

(Don't need a feature)

I don't really mind if you got something to offer

I catch a body like Vince Carter

On every song I'm coming harder

Not the "Kidd" but I go Harder'

I'm a young boy ain't no stater