Hustler

Don't make this complicated (don't make it!) My old school candy painted (for real!) I hustle hard When I come through they're like "Oh my God!" (THAT NIGGA CLEAN!) From the beginning it was written I suppose I break a whole into 36 O's - and move it I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler baby My mind on the money, I ain't trippin on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes - but dig it I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler baby Yeah! I come through, I have the hoes like "Ooh-wee" Seats in the old school Louie The shoes and the belt buckle Louie We don't need more details now, do we? Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion You gon' need Cartier frames to see my vision It smells like Creed mixed with weed, this is classy and hood Drama llama time nigga what's good? Dominos muh'fucker, it's time to collect Stack paper like I'm tryin to fix the national debt I'm just doin what I wanna do, I trip through your set This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit From the beginning it was written I suppose I break a whole into 36 O's - and move it I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler baby My mind on the money, I ain't trippin on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes - but dig it I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler baby Get on my level bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with We talk marketin, distribution and politics Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the ol' block I sell a chip off a whole rock $10 a pop I'm a magnet, a bitch can't help but watch me Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace Versace Versace Designer threads, in every form of fashion I express myself so the question I'm askin Is this flip or the next flip, tailor fit the shit We ain't promised tomorrow, a nigga gone and get the shit That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing In case you ain't noticed, it's a Queens thing From the beginning it was written I suppose I break a whole into 36 O's - and move it I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler baby My mind on the money, I ain't trippin on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes - but dig it I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?) I'm a hustler baby OHHH! It's cold out here It's my kind of weather, I'm cold-blooded It's 50, when I come through you see me, in a Suburban In this bullet-proof, bomb-proof, leather six whatever When I go hard I go hard When I don't want you to see me I switch it up I'm in that black-on-black Porsche Panamera In the back like, ooh-wee, we rollin I hustle man, it's what I do man What a nigga gon', what a nigga gon' try to tell me? How to do this?