T-Mix - Hustler Musik lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Hit me Right in the sternum this time, T baby You already know You already know You already know Damn This that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherf**ing hustler music So ride to it y'all Vibe to it y'all Damn [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] God Damn Mix done hit a n***a in his head with this one I'mma paint the city red with this one I'm ahead with this one See you f**ing with the boy who tote toys Way before Christmas No a**istance, just That persistence, with That commitment, if I don't get it somebody gon die tonight I know my vibe is tight And I deserve the throne And if the kid ain't right Then let me die on this song See I be riding, just riding alone With my daddy on my mind Like you gotta be kidding How the hell you ain't here To see ya prince do his thing Sometimes I wanna drop a tear But no emotions from a king Shall be, so I be who I be That's me, that's Weezy F Baby And please say the Motherf**ing So I be who I be, that's me That's Weezy F Baby And please say the Motherf**ing [Hook: Lil Wayne] Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doing what I gotta do For me and you And we eating So b**h, why the f** is you tripping I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge If the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No I won't budge, no Lord [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Money is the motivation Facing the avenue Back touching the wall Got the weed, got the gun Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Damn) Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off You know me, they call me Birdman Jr Anybody-murderer if Birdman sponsor it Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in Bulletproof, leave a n***a with a bullet-roof Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth I'm like; what it do, what it do There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two If I'm open for the three, I'mma take it in a second Even if there's one second, I'mma make it, it's nothing I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing I take it for what it's worth To the dirt motherf**er Yeah [Hook: Lil Wayne] Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doing what I gotta do For me and you And we eating So b**h, why the f** is you tripping I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge If the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No I won't budge, no Lord [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I ain't never k**ed nobody, I promise And I promise if you try me He gon' have to rewind this track And make me go back That thing'll go rrratt That boy will lay flat, so flat That act Is what I perform amongst you haters Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating Black Peter Pan, fly til I die, what you saying Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba Streets reply I look right in a four-seater You know I be out here, right in a four-seater Top floor of the Four Feasons, four of them who*es And they all know how to cook it up, and look I got some And only one know how to bag, b**h bundle up See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothing Now get your hustle up [Hook: Lil Wayne] Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doing what I gotta do For me and you And we eating So b**h, why the f** is you trippin' I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge If the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No I won't budge, no Lord Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doing what I gotta do For me and you And we eating So b**h, why the f** is you trippin' I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge If the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No I won't budge, no Lord [Outro: Lil Wayne] Man, man This be that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherf**ing hustler music y'all So ride to it y'all And vibe to it y'all I'm asking y'all, please, please Young Weezy got that hustler music Young Weezy got that mothaf**ing hustler music Ride to it y'all Vibe to it y'all Vibe to it y'all Shhyea, shh, woo It's trill sh** man, it's real talk man It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it Ayy, it's trill sh** man, it's real talk boy It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is Better guard your kids, guard your face Better guard your body, we warned the place We here f** b**hes It's Young Money, n***a