Paul Wall - Heart Of A Hustler lyrics

I got the heart of a hustler The mind of a g Im out here gettin my paper So dont f** wit me I wake up in the morning when the sun rise I got my mind on paper chasing them dollar signs It aient no time for resting or taking naps I got to have something so im counting all paper stacks I got dreams and asperations of ballin big I want a crib in the hills out there where kobe live And i can get it if i put my grind to it Quit making excuses up and get out there and do it Aient no time for games when your chasing after change But you can face some cause that paper and close range My mind on a range fly chains and diamonds rings My sk**s are making bills with profit and high game Ridin the fast lane that paper in my vision My mind on a mil ticket im chasing that comission Money is my mission give me all i can get Until they put me in a grave man i just cant quit I got the heart of a hustler I got the mind of a g Im out here gettin my paper So dont f** wit me Dont f** around man Thats right doin and moving White linen on my tuff tails Not an illusion three sheets to the wind I aient gotta be boozen go bad on a b**h Til i got her improvment no im not wit the loosing Im dying to win im goin try it again im goin cry for my sins I live the fast life yeah and im not stoppin For sh** b**h half a tank of crank and a plot to get rich I got money out my mind likes its a price out my hat Still smokin even though my lung twice to collapse Im right back with the sack then im buring the shern You know Better learn still yernin to earn And really i dont listien when i talk to myself So how the f** you think that ima listen to somebody else Its a fast life ho you know like pushin and sh** and when i run up out of gas then im pushin this b**h I got heart of a hustler I got the mind of a g Im out here gettin my paper So dont f** wit me I grind hard from the second i awake When you play wit high stakes you profit at high rate Nomore top roman im tryin to eat steaks So i get up off my bump and go get that cake It aient no time for sleep If you snooze you loose if you broke it mean your lazy Thats the choice you choose If you grind and you complaining and you wastin your time Better correct your mind s** it up and go grind Its money to be made when my phone ring ring Im not to impressed wit all the bling bling Im much more motivated by all the ching ching Been grindin since kidagarden back then it was a dream Its money over everything family first They goin to bury me a g and bost swangas on the hurst Im on the block posted making money dispurse i thrist for dollar bills bein broke is the worst I got the heart of a hustler I got the mind of a g Im out here gettin my paper So dont fuick wit me