[Verse: D'Shaun]

Fuck what

I been tryna get paid somen Cray girl

Know what I'm saying girl?

Make bank

On some first and fifteen girl

I need it all

Cuss my niggas got needs now

I'll hold you up

If you always hold me down

And a nigga been

Tryna chase dreams too

So I beseech you

Show me what that thing do

City on my back

Tryna be the one that breakthrough

When they see you out

It's all love but they hate you

Niggas was niggas

All them niggas all missing

Maybe I was too focused

Maybe my shit was the issue

I been busy contemplating

A nigga decision making

I been focused on the real

I'm too real for the faking

But fuck it

This what we made of

A nigga shoes laced up

Out here tryna ball

I need a raise no pay cuts

Know a pretty girl

Face down in the lace front

Nigga make her blush

Like a lighter shade of makeup

This time around

I need a lot more than last time

Teller good game

Then I smack her on the back side

_____ got that act right

If niggas cannot act right

Out here flipping raps

Nigga tryna get his cash right

Sipping on the slow

All my niggas live the fast life

I just do this shit

Like I did it in a past life

[Hook]

I'ma hustle, flip it, stack it, get it

She gone do the do just for a nigga

We gone get it all we on a wave

Fuck what, fuck what, haters gotta say

I'ma hustle, flip it, stack it, get it

She gone do the do just for a nigga

We gone get it all we on a wave

Fuck what, fuck what

I been tryna get paid something Cray girl

(x3)

[Hook]

Look

I'ma hustle, flip it, stack it, get to it

Used to play my cousin Saga Genesis

When I start the engine, I'ma finish em

They gone need a 100 times 10 of em

All my niggas strapped like its velcro

Used to move the pack at the Valero

Used to hit the bitch out in Tetro

Drank gone lean me to the side like Kangol

I just really, really wanna bankroll

Gotta army, finna cop the tank though

She love Jesus, she my little angel

Blow me out like birthday birthday candles

All my niggas drug dealers and vandals

All my bitches big shirts and sandals

Come see me and shop with me like Randall's

Chopper, chopper have a temper tantrum

I'm just posted proper, looking handsome

Balling on her man like a and-one

Pack came sealed up air tight like canned goods

Bust up on the scene like a handgun

Niggas need Rollie's

And hoes need extensions

My phone ring like

NBA Championships

Took a hit of the spliff

Now I'm high as a blimp

No the world is not yours

It's just me and my niggas'

It don't get no realer

A pocket a scrilla

A roll of that killer

And my bitch manila

My city got nana clips

For them guerrillas

Machine guns and techs

For your gangs and militias

I play my position

And move like a Bishop

Get love from the Bloods

All the GD's and Crips

Yo the kid been on point

Here's the point, just don't miss it

You niggas not living

The shit you be spitting but

[Hook]

[Outro]

"RRRRRRRRRRYLTY Shit

Ya know what I'm saying

My young nigga Lil said tell these niggas

We, We, We don't try we execute

Ya know what I'm saying?

And Niggas try. Niggas try

We execute

Ya know what I'm saying? Yeah"