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I was keyed when I came here, it's not gon' be my fuckin' play Ayy
Ah, what I tell you What I tell you What I tell you
Always how it is I'm sayin', Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up

Chorus
I been goin' everywhere he can't go Can't go, nigga
Cool J, nigga, with the Kangol
I been hittin' pussy from an angle Oh yeah
Feel like Peso Peso with these pesos, ahh Peso, peso, peso, peso

Verse 1
Crodie brought the K, these niggas scared off Cronem
I'ma mash up the pussy like potatoes Mash it up
And the feds ain't on 'em 'cause they paid off, yeah Paid
Call that nigga Joe, he a traitor Uh-huh
Got his bitch up in my bed and she laid up, yeah Uh-huh
Had to switch to LA like the Oakland Raiders Yeah, I switch it up
Call a rasta from Jamaica let him air it out Rasta mon, rasta mon
I ain't into hearing stories that they made up Nah, nah, nigga
Money coming in the mail without a pay stub Money coming in
There's college bitches in the party like the Sugar Bowl
Her mama's getting fucked up like it's the Super Bowl She a MILF
These diamonds dancing on my neck, I got the winner's gold Damn, damn

Refrain
We ain't talking paper when we talking magazines
Rock star status but not no Adam Levine
Rolling like some tires when I'm rolling off a bean
Pops was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes

Verse 2
I was riding dirty but the feds thought I was clean I was clean
I was making money, breaking bread off for my team Making money
We was going places that you niggas never been Yeah
We was doing things that these niggas never seen Yeah, yeah
Paid it one time, over a hunnid and ten Paid it one time
Pay me one time, bitch, you owe me a percent Pay me one time
Young nigga hustle since 2010
Bubbly, Hennessy, tequila, keep the gin, uh
Bitches and niggas playing games they don't want to win
If I call up K, then you know we get it in If I call up K, yeah
So much smoke in the room I'ma need some oxygen
There's a ghost in the room, you just didn't know who it is
Watch how a nigga whip the money to a Benz
Watch how lil' shorty do my brother for the rent
And she 36, she ain't even finessing for her kids
Leaving Trinidad, tryna swing through with 'bout 36

Refrain
We ain't talking paper when we talking magazines
Rock star status but not no Adam Levine
Rolling like some tires when I'm rolling off a bean
Pops was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes

Chorus
I been goin' everywhere he can't go Can't go, nigga
Cool J, nigga, with the Kangol
I been hittin' pussy from an angle Yeah, I hit it up
Feel like Peso Peso with these pesos Peso, peso, peso, peso

Bridge
I was riding dirty but the feds said I was clean
I was making money, breaking bread off for my team Yeah
We was going places that you niggas never been Brr
We was doing things that these niggas never seen Yeah, yeah, yeah, brr
Know what I'm sayin' Know what I'm sayin'
South side South side, south side South side, ooh
Shout out my nigga's side hustle one time, man Brr, brr
It don't get no realer than this, you know what I'm sayin'
Three thirty-three, UTU shit, you know what I'm sayin', North gang, ahh

Verse 3
We was juggin, never did no one dirty for the cream Yup, yup
Couple of them choppers came straight from the Middle East Uh
Gucci on my body, bitch, you know I'm double G Oh
Bought a little Sprizzy, I dirtied up the lean Ha
Bought his first strizzy, couldn't wait to intervene
I don't buy pussy, that ain't never been in me Yeah, yeah
How I get myself in places I don't wanna be How How How
Think you want this life Try a year of bein' me Yeah
Perkies and the X work together like a team Oh
If you double up the X, it gon' be a porno scene Oh
Bitch, I feel like DMX, all the rough riders with me
If lil' shawty get me vexed, we gon kick her out her dreams Lil' bitch, ha

Outro
We ain't talking paper when we talking magazines Magazines
Rock star status but not no Adam Levine Yeah, yeah
Rolling like some tires when I'm rolling off a bean Oh
Pops was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes In my genes