[Intro]

Yeah

When it comes back around, yeah

You've got to make sure it's yours

Uuuuuuu uuuhh yeeee

[Chorus]

A hustle in the streets, yep, I been dat

I been dat

All about my paper, dog, I been dat

I been dat

A nigga remained real, yep, I been dat

I been dat

Cop a new Benz, hopped up in that

Go and cop some sticky, roll a zigzag

And you can hit this a couple times

And you're gonna feel that

And if he says the wrong thing

He'll get peeled back

And hidden in those hidden hills

Is where the thrills at

And when you come around

We gon' bring that come around

I got that boom, dog

We gon' bring that thunder out

Make her throw that ass up

And bring that money down

And if you let that top back

You see it's sunny now

Yeah, that's what this money feel like

That's what this money feel like

[Verse]

I'm talking big bags, talking big bags

I need big cash

Foreign car, push-to-start button

Man, I need that

Mansions on top of mansions

Yep, I see dat

Sitting off in the hills, dog

I can't believe dat

Bad yellow bone, man

She's trying to have my fetus

Million dollar shopping sprees

She wanna spend the visa

Pull up in Paris, man

To see the Mona Lisa

Fat ass in that Fendi, dog

A nigga 'bout to freak her

[Chorus]

A hustle in the streets, yep, I been dat

I been dat

All about my paper, dog, I been dat

I been dat

A nigga remained real, yep, I been dat

I been dat

Cop a new Benz, hopped up in that

Go and cop some sticky, roll a zigzag

And you can hit this a couple times

And you're gonna feel that

And if he says the wrong thing

He'll get peeled back

And hidden in those hidden hills

Is where the thrills at

And when you come around

We gon' bring that come around

I got that boom, dog

We gon' bring that thunder out

Make her throw that ass up

And bring that money down

And if you let that top back

You see it's sunny now

Yeah, that's what this money feel like

That's what this money feel like

[Verse]

That presidential Rollie, really getting cold on my arm

And every time I pull up, they gotta ring the alarm

They tell me, "Young Cyf, you're doing your thing

Going hard"

I tell 'em, "I ain't slowing down, boy, naw"

I'm on my NBA Jam, boy, ballin'

The city's betting on me, yeah, they all in

A little nigga from the streets, I had to go and eat

And everything rock now, dog, it ain't cheap

So what the fuck I look like?

It ain't no stopping me

[Chorus]

A hustle in the streets, yep, I been dat

I been dat

All about my paper, dog, I been dat

I been dat

A nigga remained real, yep, I been dat

I been dat

Cop a new Benz, hopped up in that

Go and cop some sticky, roll a zigzag

And you can hit this a couple times

And you're gonna feel that

And if he says the wrong thing

He'll get peeled back

And hidden in those hidden hills

Is where the thrills at

And when you come around

We gon' bring that come around

I got that boom, dog

We gon' bring that thunder out

Make her throw that ass up

And bring that money down

And if you let that top back

You see it's sunny now

[Outro]

When you let that top back

Yeah that’s what this money feel like

When you let that top back

That’s what this money feel like

You got to that have money to let that top back

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