text: All we really know a kid pimpin, all we do is get fly
  VVS shine like the sun outside
  Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang aint gettin to the money
  Tell that nigga You a mothafuckin lie
  Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?
  Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
  Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?
  Fuck you talm bout? Fuck you talm bout?
  Nigga hell you sayin?
  I make rainy days, its a drought for you
  Yall aint crusin my altitude
  Im a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
  Yea you talkin shit but not an ounce true
  Million dollar misfit, my money pilin
  All over the lettuce like Thousand Island
  My dough runnin like a broken faucet
  Im the landlord, you in the housing projects
  In the drive-thru, makin bank deposits
  Crazy money, insane asylum
  Boss Chase, got her taxes filed
  And then I blow the rest while I’m at Saks shopping
  Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
  Changing your currency to dollars
  Its Iggy bitch, and this boss shit
  Where the pounds at?
  No trending topic
  All we really know a kid pimpin, all we do is get fly
  VVS shine like the sun outside
  Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang aint gettin to the money
  Tell that nigga You a mothafuckin lie
  Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?
  Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
  Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?
  Fuck you talm bout? Fuck you talm bout?
  Nigga hell you sayin?
  All I talk is money, ye aint got it, aint nothin
  Im on the grind, shinin like an elevator button
  Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me 
  You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
  Bein broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
  This nigga say he doin numbers, where yo math at buddy?
  Im in a mothafuckin socket, cant unplug it
  Think Im mothafuckin lyin, try and take somethin from me
  Bitch Im plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack
  Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
  Break it down into Os, sell quarters of those
  If I aint got it on me, its some more at the store
  I know a thousand mothafuckin niggas in the city
  Say T.I.P. bout you, shawty anybody get it
  So fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
  Just know Hustle Gang thug a hella lot
  All we really know a kid pimpin, all we do is get fly
  VVS shine like the sun outside
  Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang aint gettin to the money
  Tell that nigga You a mothafuckin lie
  Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?
  Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
  Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?
  Fuck you talm bout? Fuck you talm bout?
  Nigga hell you sayin?
  We got them niggas over there dead
  Coupe Benz, no roof, Im without head
  New shoes, you aint got this pair yet
  Your broad late, kinda on cause I had that
  She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back
  I had a dick marathon and she ran that
  Lapped that, after that, when her care better
  Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
  Fuck them, Im still hoppin out of foreign cars
  Im a born star and Im a porn star
  I catch you slippin with triggers and really hit a nigga
  By myself, I aint gotta go get a nigga
  Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin niggas
  Sick flow, might need Penicillin, nigga
  I do the impossible like I oughta do
  And yall pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
  Out!
  I left my passport overseas
  Where it get dark after 3
  Never leave the house less Im awfully flee
  Always leave the show with somethin soft to squeeze
  Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
  Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick
  Left that mothafuckas home covered in my kids
  She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin
  Smoke the piece with little coffee
  Fresh as hell, no coffin
  I let her talk the shit
  Leave the crib, cant walk for shit shit
  Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
  Mind so big, gettin lost and shit
  Bossin, hit the club they heed caution
  Drunk as hell feelin nauseous
  High as hell, hittin comets
  I’m raunchy, your niggas rock Givenchy
  I aint gotta say it, I aint gotta wear it
  I aint gotta pay it cause you know it dont cost me
  All we really know a kid pimpin, all we do is get fly
  VVS shine like the sun outside
  Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang aint gettin to the money
  Tell that nigga You a mothafuckin lie
  Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?
  Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
  Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?
  Fuck you talm bout? Fuck you talm bout?
  Nigga hell you sayin?