Cloudy - Hustle Back lyrics

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Cloudy - Hustle Back lyrics

[Hook] Uh, this that Hustle Back First you get that money then you hustle back Then you double that and then you triple that But if you f** it up you gotta get it back Rolling round in my n***a whip Play the pa**enger smelling like a zip Peddle to the metal down a busy strip And all we talking bout is how we gon get rich? [Bridge] This that Hustle Back First you get that money then you hustle back This that Hustle Back And if you f** that money up then hustle [Verse 1] Down to my last couple hundreds Rap game f**ed up, ain't bringing me nothing My back against the wall man I gotta do something My mans on the line asking if I need them onions I told him if I get this players right then we can run them But I don't wanna cop against unless they gon' keep coming Weed game f**ed up, ain't bringing me nothing Cuz every motherf**er in my city selling something From t-shirts to loosies, oils, coochie Who he? Cloudy, ask them hoes about me If they ain't talking good then they must not know about me That's why I only keep a few motherf**ers round me just because of that My right hand man use to bubble crack He took a loss but that's okay I watched him hustle back I'm just tryna turn these couple hundreds to a hundred racks And upgrade the sneaker box to the duffle bag [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 2] Down to my last couple hundreds Rap game f**ed up, ain't bringing me nothing My back been against the wall so long it's getting comfortable I ain't never want to grow up to be no Huxtable I ain't never want to grow up to be no doctor I ain't watch The Cosby Show, GoodFellas, Shottas Headshot DVD's, movies bout mobsters Anything about some hungry n***as chasing dollars I remember sliding in a bonnie with my papa Tank on E listening to Big Poppa Uh, kick in the door waving the 44 All you hear is "Poppa don't hit me no more" And 10 Crack Commandments and some other tracks Juicy showed the world how it feel when you hustle back I'm just tryna turn these couple hundreds to a hundred racks And upgrade the sneaker box to the duffle bag [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3] Uh, this raw talent that I'm harvesting n***as not opening them doors then I'm barging in Cut the bullsh** and cut a check, we not bargaining Tryna get some money, if you bummy, beg ya pardon then Build it up from the bottom like some Legos Writing verses at the chinks waiting for my eggrolls Feeling like the hottest n***a breathing next to J. Hov sh** I should be beside J. Elec and J. Cole It's Cloudy though, Cloudy cuz it's always Cloudy though The sunshine, my vision cloudy though I see clearer when dead presi's around me though sh** I got 20/20 vision if I'm looking for this chicken listen Free agent weighing options like Lebron Should I give them something calm or keep on bombing like Saddam Weighing Grand Daddy Purple on the scale in front of Mom Like until this rapping pay, a couple hustles on the side Hustle Back...