Birdman - Hu$tle lyrics

[Bridge] Yeah, all the sh** I did for a dollar I done hustled, I done stole, I done robbed Man, f**ing up a rapper not a problem, yeah I would talk about some b**hes that I'm trying to get with Dog, but I already got 'em Somebody do me like Drake did Meek They go missing, you will never hear about 'em [Verse 1] I'm praying for your homie when they shot him Don't go no where without it Thought somebody should've taught him When there's blood on the leaves It be looking like it's Autumn I go Jordan 'bout a ring If I ain't got 'em then I'm Gollum I'm a motherf**ing problem 'bout the dineros Flood the whole city when it's in barrels I want enough gold to satisfy ten pharaohs Rappers thinking they in style when they in'apparel f** a b**h, me and money we in wedlock, it's serious And about her I go red dot, period They was running game so I put 'em at a dead stop Now it's just my day ones tighter than a dreadlock Think they running up on one of us, boy, they best not We serving up the nonsense It ain't f**ing with my conscience Drinking til I'm unconscious [Hook] I was made to hustle I was made to count big bags of cash with all of my brothers I was made to hustle I was taught how to get cash and count this sh** like no other I know how to hustle [Verse 2] Did some dirt in Bokey, me and T Moving quarter bags of the OG Only care about the money I ain't really into stunting so I'm sitting lowkey My homie told me "Don't even take a risk if you ain't gon' sell the whole thing" I'm one of the realest in my city There's a reason everybody know me, I keep it humble You a fraud, trying to play hard Call ya bluff, this ain't poker, we don't play cards The world is yours Gotta find an outlet, plug it in, and then take charge They tried to stop us now they sitting in the graveyard I'm in the streets letting rounds out the AR 'Cause I do dumb sh** when I take bars You don't see me rocking nothing if it ain't ours In love with fast money like I'm 'bout to race cars [Bridge] Whoa, all the sh** I did for a dollar I done hustled, I done stole, I done robbed Man, f**ing up a rapper not a problem I would talk about some b**hes that I'm trying to get with Dog, but I already got 'em Somebody do me like Drake did Meek They go missing, you will never hear about 'em, ah! [Hook] I was made to hustle I was made to count big bags of cash with all of my brothers I was made to hustle I was taught how to get cash and count this sh** like no other I know how to hustle [Verse 3] Tell the feds they could run up in the house I ain't gotta keep a thing in the couch That's my girl, made the 808 my spouse When I f** her it make everybody bounce Told my homies, no time to waste, every second really counts We got big deals nowadays I be losing money trying to serve an ounce Getting it by all accounts I'm saying we been at it for a long time Feeling like I'm sitting on a gold mine Don't ask me why the label ain't giving me no shine Baby told me I don't need a cosign Prove it when it's showtime Feel like I did this sh** in no time I was patient waiting for it to be go time Now I got it, every play, I'm at the goal line I'm 'bout to score a touchdown and your hoe mine b**h bet' not play 'bout the money Black Sheep 2 is here, that sh** no longer coming The streets was waiting, I could feel the hunger I'm back good as ever, away from the slumber Just give me a number, I came by to flood the whole summer We serving up the nonsense Drinking til I'm unconscious It ain't f**ing with my conscience I was made to hustle [Outro: Birdman] Yeah, born in it, born rich This a lifestyle, boy Stand up or stand tall, n***a G up or don't ball, boy How we do it Young Caskey, it's your turn, boy Riding with you, we riding with you Big money popping, top floor type sh** Suites, hella seats, n***a Hella choppers, yeah Sand, beach, water, and b**hes, n***a GTVodka, light one, smoke out the pound, GT, boy Ay, Caskey, get the d**, n***a We lit up, live up, brrrat! Orlando, stand up