
Lyrics
I'm makin sure it turns gold when the weather folds just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy hi stakes I got more estate than philly shopping sprees coppin 3 deuce fever IS'n fully loaded aahh yes bouncin in the lex luger tight in smoke like budah 50 g's to the crap shooter niggas cant fade me chrome stocks beamin through my perithial I see you schemin stop dreamin I'll leave ya body steamin niggas is fiendin whats the meanin I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine'n my cup's runnin over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it 6 digits and runnin y'all niggas dont want it I got the godfather flow the don juan demarco swear to god dont get if fucked up takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind cuz you cant knock the hustle who do you think you are well maybe one day youll be a star last seen outta state where I dropped my slang I'm deep in the south kickin up top game bouncin on the highways switchin 4 lanes screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing your worst fear confirmed me and my fam roll tight like the firm gettin down for life thats right you better learn why play when fire burns we get together like a choir to acquire what we desire we do dirt like worms produce g's like sperm till legs spread like germs I get extensive hoes with expensive clothes and I sip fine wines and spit dangerous flows what y'all dont know cuz ya cant knock the hustle runnin till the late day I'm the one whos crazy cuz thats the way youre makin me be cuz you cant knock the hustle I'm just tryin to get mine I dont have the time to knock the hustle for real y'all niggas lunchin punchin the clock my function is to make much and lay back munchin sippin remy on the rocks my crew somethin to watch nothin to stop un stoppable scheme on the ice I gotta hide ya crew I gotta let you niggas know the time like movado my motto stack rocks like colorado while I order champagne kristals by the bottle its a damn shame what ya not though me slick like a gato fuckin jay z my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me he tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what straight bananas can a nigga see me got the US Open advantage jigga serve like Sampras play fake rappers like a canvas le tigre son youre too eager you aint havin it good me either lets get together and make this whole world believers huh at my arraignment screamin all us blacks got is sports and entertainment until we even leavin as long as I'm breathin cant knock the way a nigga eatin fuck you even fuck you takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind who do you think you are well maybe one day youll be a star runnin till the late day I'm the one whos crazy cuz thats the way youre makin me be the way you make me feel I'm just tryin to get mine I dont have the time to knock the hustle for real
Credits
- Artist
- JAY-Z
- Genre
- 랩/힙합
- Release
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