Hustle The God - Hustle lyrics

[Hook:Ca$hBoii] I got 2 straps like a backpack I got the ball like a running back Money, and Hoes, and the Cars n***a I'm fallin' in love with that I might pull up and then hit the Dabb I might pull up and then pop ya man I might pull up and then blow some bands If you talk sh**, then you catchin' hands Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Man I be gettin' that money You n***as is broke yeah you bummy I got all this sh**, yeah it's funny I'll do anything for the money [Verse 1: Ca$hBoii] Hustle Hustle Hustle My n***as got that muscle If Young Metro don't trust ya The gun gon' get to bustin' Yeah all my n***as be cashin' We run to the money, we dashin' My diamonds are water they splashin' This song is so lit it's an anthem I got girls in Toronto Miami, Cali, out to London Credit cards never jammin' Gun all black, it's a Phantom We are the modern Good Fellas Plus, we rocking Margiela We got money, we got hella We already rich, don't tell us [Hook: Ca$hBoii] I got 2 straps like a backpack I got the ball like a running back Money, and Hoes, and the Cars n***a I'm fallin' in love with that I might pull up and then hit the Dabb I might pull up and then pop ya man I might pull up and then blow some bands If you talk sh**, then you catchin' hands Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Man I be gettin' that money You n***as is broke yeah you bummy I got all this sh**, yeah it's funny I'll do anything for the money [Verse 2: Ca$hBoii] Cash Gang that's the squad boy we hold it down We the ones who run the streets we got em hot now This song is so damn lit it caused a lockdown If we don't get the money now then we walk out Young n***a, we fresh up off the block Riding in the two seater screamin' ‘f** the Cops' All we do is ball n***a, we don't ever talk Wait until September when that f**in' mixtape drop Pulled up workin', my fingers they be hurtin' I got yo main b**h in the condo, t**n' for a Birkin Got money, my palms are itchin' You talk a whole lotta sh**, why you b**hin' When I start talk to ya, you better f**in' listen AK is fully automatic, no clicking [Hook: Ca$hBoii] I got 2 straps like a backpack I got the ball like a running back Money, and Hoes, and the Cars n***a I'm fallin' in love with that I might pull up and then hit the Dabb I might pull up and then pop ya man I might pull up and then blow some bands If you talk sh**, then you catchin' hands Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Man I be gettin' that money You n***as is broke yeah you bummy I got all this sh**, yeah it's funny I'll do anything for the money