Like This

Yeah

Yeah

Am I a hustla?

Yeah

Say what?

Oh yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

This must be the hustla's anthem

Yeah

Hoo-bangin'

Oh yeah

If it start off soft, I can turn it to hard

Then hit the boulevard in a drop-top with a broad

I walk the green and pour and push fast cars

With a fetish for bank wads and Cuban cigars

Yo, peep the way I do it, I'm young, fly and flashy

I'm so L.A., so hood and so classy

Lookin' for that good stuff, don't hesitate to ask me

Bet I got what you need, so be sure to run it past me

And just in case it's on, keep the blue steel and chrome

The homies hopped in the Brougham with khaki suits on

And we real with it, holmes, these rap dudes is clones

Mess around with Mack Diamond, for sure it be on

As for my resume, respect it or be sure to check it

I got a batch of that agua that's sure to get ya naked

So play your cards right and win before you deck it

When I heard this beat knockin', for sure I had to wreck it

C'mon

Disrespect, get checked, snatch you up by your neck

Young money, tryin' to be the man too quick

Homie, this ain't checkers, this a game of chess

Why do I do it like this? 'Cause you like it like this

Talk a lot less 'cause I do it the best

Some of y'all don't like me, but you give me respect

When I'm layin' in the grave, I guess I'll give it a rest

Why do I do it like this? 'Cause you like it like this

I got a large clientele for whatever I sell

I don't guess the weight, I tell with a digital scale

I got money tucked for bail, but before I see a jail

I'ma change clothes and roll like Jay and Pharrell

I like to switch up my game and rotate my flows

Park the GT Bentley and pull out the Phantom Rolls

And I pack the kinda heat that you can't expose

So my stash spot enclosed with .44s and calicos