Brand New Hustler (Same Old Mistakes)

But I'd probably second night 'em if you cooking in the morning

Then it's right back to the money

Love to get this paper like white girls love edamame

I'ma get what's mine, I won't let 'em take it from me

Find me in the south where them boys ball and parlay

Hold up, yeah (feel like a brand new person)

But you make the same old mistakes

Well, I don't care, I'm in love (stop before it's too late, I know)

Feel like a brand new person (but you make the same old mistakes)

I finally know what is like (you don't have what it takes)

(Stop before it's too late)

(I know there's too much at stake)

(Making the same mistakes)

Man, I know that it's hard to digest (busy with the wrong ones)

But maybe this story ain't so different from the rest (busy with the wrong ones)

And I know it seems wrong to accept (I've been busy with the wrong ones)

But you've got your demons, and she's got her regrets (been so busy with the wrong ones)

Look, I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

And even if I die, they won't worry me

Mama don't cry, bury me a G

You see, I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

And even if I die, they won't worry me (they won't worry me)

Mama don't cry, bury me a G (mama don't cry, bury me a G)

Yeah

Young, wild and reckless, I swear every night has been so restless

I remember being check-less living with my exes

Now, I'm putting down a couple x's on my checklist

Life is crazy, how the hell did I end up in Texas?

Spur of the moment see the maverick moving like a rocket

When it's love you ain't really worried 'bout profit

But swear to God I ain't going back to empty pockets

And I ain't perfect, I have never claim to be a prophet

'Cause I've been busy with wrong ones

Busy with the wrong ones

Yeah, tonight was throwed but I need it for the long run

I need something for the long run

Yeah, you see, I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

And even if I die, they won't worry me

Mama don't cry, bury me a G

You see, I ain't got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches

And even if I die, they won't worry me (they won't worry me)

Mama don't cry, bury me a G (mama don't cry, bury me a G)

(G, G, G, G...) (but you've got your demons, and she's got her regrets)