Lyrics
Woah, Southside nigga
Stop, drop, it's the motherfuckin' flood
Motivation music for niggas that sell drugs
And if you go to school or work and don't thug
Well that's even better, jam this and get plugged
I bet you that'll make a student get straight A's
I bet it make a workin' nigga get mo' paid
When boss say do you wanna go home or stay
You gon' snatch all that overtime like yay
Grind for your motherfuckin' bread
Ain't no handouts if you wanna get fed
Boy I stand out like black over red
'Cause I grind hard whilst cats is in bed
So when you see me in that big body know it's well deserved
What other rapper that you know this well with words?
Tryna get the big house, sing his and hers
I'm on the grind, I see you boys in the 'burbs
Man you better get the life, the life, the motherfuckin' cars
The life, the life, shinin' like a star
The life, the life, all the freshest clothes
The life, the life, all the baddest hoes
The life, the life, nigga let's get it
The life, the life, bein' broke I ain't with it
The life, the life, grind, nigga scheme
The life, the life, every man got a dream
I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Diamonds in my chain, you can tell we stars
Pull up at the club in that SKR
V.I.P. see, we buy the bar
See we don't lease shit, we buy the car
Shorty feelin' me, meet me by the car
And I'ma show you how to stash a brick in your bra
And drop it off to my nigga in South Park
And he gon' hit you back with sixteen stacks
Don't worry 'bout that, just bring my money back
And we can get it crackin' like Bonnie and Clyde
I ain't tryna be your man, keep me on the side, right?
Hit the mall, straight pop them tags
She in them Jimmy Choo heels so I copped the bag
Yeah, hitman might cop the Jag
But when them laws come, pop the stash, pop the stash
Man you better get the life, the life, the motherfuckin' cars