[Chorus]

The world is filled with kush and blow

Hustling is all I know

The streets is mine, can't you see?

I'm about my money

[Verse 1]

The world is filled with kush and blow

Yeah I'm just telling you what I know

Thanks to baking soda, turned two to four

Fiends still kick down the door, lookin' for more

You can call me the hustle man, I know how to stretch out a rubber band

It all started off, it was hand to hand

Now I'm the man with grams

Now I'm the man with the foreign cars

Myrtle Beach tour with [?]

Them girls was our's

I had Rémy in my system, just like B.I.G. shit

Fucked 'em, then I dissed 'em

L.A. Confidential roll, up in the air, Staple Center, number 24

I got it way cheaper, homie

If the feds find out, they gon' put a sleeper on me

[Chorus]

The world is filled with kush and blow

Hustling is all I know

The streets is mine, can't you see?

I'm about my money

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]

Watch me fit a few stacks in my new denim

Who are you kidding? Chains keep a few kittens

Read my resume, shootings and a few chickens

Got my suit fitted, now I'm tryna do business

I'm in the streets shit, my Virginia Beach, bitch

Never seen dope, never drove a V6

I see shit like Paulie did in Goodfellas

Another Henry Hill was hard to keep a good fella

I would get ya, but I'd rather let the wolves get ya

Take you for a ride, you die 'fore the hook catch up

Look at the hood, know I promised them I would never

Blowing kush, beat knocking like a woodpecker

We take big risks, I can't skip this

It's a white girl in the trunk, Kate Winslet

Yeah, I see money like G money

My next life I might be money

[Chorus]

The world is filled with kush and blow

Hustling is all I know

The streets is mine, can't you see?

I'm about my money

[Verse 3: Armani Caesar]

New [?] new purse

[?] new work

Matter fact got a mans in Newark

He said come holla at him, I'm looking for new work

See I could keep it real with you, but the truth hurts

Lotta bitches now too fake like a tooth hurt

Used to tape them packs to my thigh for that new purse

Just to keep my mans block jumpin' like [?]

The best bitch in N-Y, [?] crews first

You haters wish I would die, I tell 'em you first

I'm far from the same, but [?] in the game

My delivery crazy, the bars are insane

Do this for the Roxannes and the Tiffany Lanes

Show 'em rappers much more than a stack or a chain

From high price rap, I switch up the [?]

Then to backpack you hoes, better stay in your lane

[Chorus]

The world is filled with kush and blow

Hustling is all I know

The streets is mine, can't you see?

I'm about my money