Matt Foster - Hustling lyrics

[Speaking] Shut up, yo Everyday, you see what I'm saying Took time out, it's nothing Don't you know, that's all we does out here You see what i'm saying? Music werent getting me this money man But I'm back now innit, my P's are up! [Verse 1] Look it's Bashy, I'm back in this b**h You're not the f**ing boss You p**yole you're just a worker here, hold a box Hustling is essential, me? I only f** girls like I was lesbian Them lot are h*mos**ual Yo, I'll rape this Continental I can cop a Continental, whip it through the Green in Kensal Yeah, they chat wicked but when we come around they're without words like an instrumental Tucking in their precious metals Nuff man talk 'bout guns, shut up! The only shells they've ever seen or used is when they're filling up their petrol Need to be successful, hold raves, shot tapes, rent out escorts Work for Royal Mail, steal credit cards and chequebooks I love money, can't you tell? (I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a) Like Barry Reece before he went to jail Money's my religion, no God, no Allah or Buddah Won't stop 'til I'm 800 million up like Alan Sugar [Kidulthood clip] I can't believe you swallowed that guys spunk I hate it, it tastes like salty egg whites Mmmm!