[Intro]

I stay paid and I like blades (I like blades)

Old-school cars and loving Mase

I've got hoes (I've got hoes) and I do shows

Getting money, a-riding Rolls (Riding Rolls)

I keep my grind, I don't waste my time

Coming up, getting down for mines

[Chorus]

I'm a hustler, baby, and I gots to have it

I'm a hustler, baby, and I gots to grab it, oh

[Verse 1]

Deep up in the game, ain't no stopping

I get my money like Johnny "Guitar" Watson

Pimping them hoes and put the bitch on the track (On the track)

And tell the ho to bring all my money back

I wanna holler at that boy Ike Turner

You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her (Learn her)

About getting on the corner for your daddy (Daddy)

What love got to do with it? I'm in the Caddy

I got a yellow-ass ho that'll suck you up

That'll blow in your butt, ain't scared to fuck (Uh)

And she'll bend over, take it like a G (Take it like a G)

Because you know the bitch down with Pimp C

I switched my name to Jack Tripper

Now the hoes tryna pull down my fucking zipper

And get to that snake with the cobra head

I got some homeboys doing life in the fed (Fed, for life)

[Chorus]

I'm a hustler, baby, and I gots to have it

I'm a hustler, baby, and I gots to grab it, oh

See me on the slab (See me on the slab), whipping in the Nav' (Whipping in the Nav')

You already know I'm cooking in the lab (Cooking in the lab)

See me on the slab (On the slab), whipping in the Nav' (In the Nav')

You already know I'm cooking in the lab

[Verse 2]

When I was young, all I wanted was a 'Lac (Was a 'Lac)

I used to think them niggas was fiends that was blowing on the weed sack (Blowing on the weed sack)

'Cause all I did was cut up cheese (Up cheese)

And sell dope and come through with the thang with ease (Ease)

I used to have a .25 pistol (Pistol)

But now I got some shit that shoot like a missile (Shoot like a missile)

I'm talking AK, HK too, bitch (Bitch)

I'll hit you up, I ain't going for that ho shit (I ain't going)

Them other niggas playing games in the streets (Games in the streets)

You think it's 'bout being lame and making lame beats (Beats)

We ain't 'bout you and them bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)

'Cause fuck boys could easily get hit with the trigger (Uh)

You think you rich? (Rich) But you a bitch (You a bitch)

You see me in the club, check my pitch (My pitch)

I'm down with J. Prince, bitch, and you know that (Know that)

When we come through splitting bitch niggas' hats

[Chorus]

I'm a hustler, baby, and I gots to have it

I'm a hustler, baby, and I gots to grab it, oh

Uh, I'm whipping in the Nav' (Whipping in the Nav'), coming on the slab (On the slab)

You already know I'm cooking in the lab

I'm whipping in the Nav' (In the Nav'), coming on the slab (On the slab)

You already know I'm cooking in the lab

[Verse 3]

Told you before, I'm a country star (Star) in a country car (Country car)

Got a country-ass bitch sip country barre (Country barre)

Got a country son, got a country chain (Country chain)

Coming down in the car and gripping country grain (Country grain)

[Outro]

Sweet Jones, bitch (Sweet Jones), Pimp (Pimp)

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Go out and get that shit

I'm talking 'bout doing a million records independently sold on your bitch ass

So when you see me in the city, recognize I'm already paid (Already paid)

When you see me chopping on blades (Blades), don't rob us, bitch (Rob us)

Not them phony-ass blades with no knockers on 'em, I'm hot

Representing that South, PA to be exact (PA)

And ain't no gangs in PA, bitch-ass nigga

Ain't no Bloods and no Crips, fuck-ass nigga, I'm Texas

I told you, bitch