Letras
Hustle for what you want
You ain't gotta prove shit
Known to get plenty money
You ain't gotta prove shit
Finessing and bookoo jugging
You ain't gotta prove shit
Winning or you fucking losing
Nigga, you ain't gotta prove shit
You ain't gotta prove shit
You ain't gotta prove shit
You ain't gotta prove shit
You ain't gotta prove shit
Face off, eye contact
How could you lie like that?
For years I had your back
You blew the money while the family lacked
Hold your hand through your gambling debt
What kind of man is that?
Hustler of the year
But I wasn't taking care of myself
Snakes, rats and wolves
In the midst of wealth
Dinosaur numbers
We was making shit happen fast
You was running casinos
I was smashing the gas
Double up on them bags
Triple on them bags
Fell in love with the money
So I got me a stash
Desperate for a plug
You fuck around and met 12
Try to set your mans up
Send me to hell
Hustle for what you want
You ain't gotta prove shit
Known to get plenty money
You ain't gotta prove shit
Finessing and bookoo jugging
You ain't gotta prove shit
Winning or you fucking losing
Nigga, you ain't gotta prove shit
You ain't gotta prove shit
You ain't gotta prove shit
You ain't gotta prove shit
You ain't gotta prove shit
Tryna see 'bout that
I'm face to face with the opps
Sent on a mission to get knocked by the cops
I wasn't even with 'em
When you bitches gon' stop?
I feel a personal attack
Was it really 'bout a watch?
'Cause I got them bands
You tried to link me with the feds
Helicopters everywhere