Lyrics
So here's me, the legend, Pain in the Ass
Playing Humphrey Bogart in the club
You know things tend to get real crazy after hours
So I bring in my peoples
Red Cafe, Dave East
It's a Brooklyn uptown thing
Get rich to this, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Flatbush boss, huh, no days off, huh
Been going hard all year, this the playoffs, huh
They lighting up my Cash App, this the payoff, huh
Slid solo, them other niggas fell off
I'm keeping it 200, who want it?
When the hammers come out, better act like Chris Breezy, run it
I do numbers better than Meyer Lansky, goddamn me
Still fancy after Hurricane Sandy
I'm hitting licks out Russia, not a trapper, I'm a hustler, uh
Make that money dance like Usher
I'm type stress New York, Melo left New York
It's Phil acting like a whole whore, new RuPaul
I still move more stuff than U-Haul
They don't know how I get it, but they know I do ball
Less talk, more hustle, Pittsburgh bust with the rush
I won't fumble, coming out the jungle
Get rich to this, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Dubai Papi, drip spilling, sloppy
Fuck your bitch in my robe by Versace
Everybody beefing, me, I'm vegan
I only eat green, at the bank I'm cheesing
You a dub if you ever call yourself El Chapo
'Cause you don't wanna lose your future, ask Rocko
The hood'll put you in jail, dead or snitch
And Lil JJ dropping dick in your bitch
Prego, Prego, this what she beg for
Five karats in each ear, I got a head cold
Bad boys move in silence and violence
Move your family out of housing, that's a thousand
Get rich to this, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
They ain't gotta like a word that I'm speaking, they wife freaking
Spend a nice weekend just breaking down white pieces
Yo Red, meet me right at the Cafe
The kush came from the Bay like Mac Dre
Got bundles like Stack's name
Aston Martin water colored
All we make is movies like the Warner Brothers
Bitches mad at me 'cause they want to cuddle
I don't hold nothing but ratchets and Ben Franklins
East side of Harlem and Franklin got the banker in
Sour got me choking, hard to breathe like I'm strangling
White boy on deck, Will Ferrell, call it Anchorman
Coogi sweatsuit, Lex coupe, feel like it's '97
Walked up in the club with like nine weapons, I'm not stressing
Harlem
Get rich to this, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this