[Verse 1] Yeah, yeah A couple of clowns in the town, run around, they used to be down But it's build, check what you speaking, watch how you're using your nouns Can make a million from home, making moves from my lounge Hard to play captain save her cause them dudes is usually drowned If you gon' hate, you at least could wait til it get to the chorus You my promotional team, them boys my biggest supporters Reside in Houston but they pay me to make a switch like the oilers Toured a crib like a tourist, my yard look like a forest Time to get a Thesaurus, they at a loss for words They can't pronounce what I'm in, they like "All them cars is yers?" I got cars with curves, treating all my cars like birds The fleet is a flock and the engine starts like "brrr" Welcome to the place where the music is slowed and choppy The writers that wrote about me Said that I wouldn't sell and the major label was gonna drop me I make money moves and the population is sure to copy When I need a favour I'ma call Ben Franklin like I know you got me
[Hook] Haters was hating, they thought that I wouldn't last But I'm still on the grind, I can see why they mad Cause I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash so do the math They knocking my hustle, they saw me coming up fast But I'm still getting mine, can't do nothing but laugh Cause I'm still countin' my cash (uh) I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash so do the math
[Verse 2] This is for everyone who be acting like a Grammy made me a winner My hunger did it so do me a favour and make me a dinner Eating cakes at the lima, they gon' hate when you enter Pockets swollen, I'm holding up monkey jeans with suspenders None of these rappers is real, cause if you real then you dodging me Ain't bumped into one that's even halfway as real from what I can see I extend middle finger and don't extend an apology Shows getting me paper, sales getting me property Guess I'm good at monopoly, taking over the game Trynna hold so much paper that my arms and shoulders just stain Ain't smoking or drinking but I'm thinking what being sober will bring You got a hangover in the morning but I'm hanging over in Spain Fifty thousand through customs, I know you isn't accustomed Cause money talks and your pockets look like an end of discussion So hitting my head on the ceiling from money getting is nothing I stand on top of my paper and probably get a concussion I know the...
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[Verse 3] Remember that little apartment, we was laughing at Martin Now the Martin's the aft and the one we passing is ??? And proper tags with bargains, the card is black what I'm charging Grind out of this world, I'm chasing ground like a Martian A hustler that really ball, your purchase is pretty small Your money is minimal, my crib is a mini mall And if it ain't really large, my bidness gon' get resolved I feel like they fake and the boys is fighting for pennies dog
Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler Gotta keep my hustle up Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler You know that I hustle for the M-O-N-ey M-O-N-ey M-O-N-ey M-O-N-ey I ain't even gotta say why (say why baby) She asked me why I'm missing and I (I'm out on the grind) Cause the reason is that I'm on my grind
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[Verse 1] Yeah, yeah A couple of clowns in the town, run around, they used to be down But it's build, check what you speaking, watch how you're using your nouns Can make a million from home, making moves from my lounge Hard to play captain save her cause them dudes is usually drowned If you gon' hate, you at least could wait til it get to the chorus You my promotional team, them boys my biggest supporters Reside in Houston but they pay me to make a switch like the oilers Toured a crib like a tourist, my yard look like a forest Time to get a Thesaurus, they at a loss for words They can't pronounce what I'm in, they like "All them cars is yers?" I got cars with curves, treating all my cars like birds The fleet is a flock and the engine starts like "brrr" Welcome to the place where the music is slowed and choppy The writers that wrote about me Said that I wouldn't sell and the major label was gonna drop me I make money moves and the population is sure to copy When I need a favour I'ma call Ben Franklin like I know you got me
[Hook] Haters was hating, they thought that I wouldn't last But I'm still on the grind, I can see why they mad Cause I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash so do the math They knocking my hustle, they saw me coming up fast But I'm still getting mine, can't do nothing but laugh Cause I'm still countin' my cash (uh) I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash) I'm still countin' my cash so do the math
[Verse 2] This is for everyone who be acting like a Grammy made me a winner My hunger did it so do me a favour and make me a dinner Eating cakes at the lima, they gon' hate when you enter Pockets swollen, I'm holding up monkey jeans with suspenders None of these rappers is real, cause if you real then you dodging me Ain't bumped into one that's even halfway as real from what I can see I extend middle finger and don't extend an apology Shows getting me paper, sales getting me property Guess I'm good at monopoly, taking over the game Trynna hold so much paper that my arms and shoulders just stain Ain't smoking or drinking but I'm thinking what being sober will bring You got a hangover in the morning but I'm hanging over in Spain Fifty thousand through customs, I know you isn't accustomed Cause money talks and your pockets look like an end of discussion So hitting my head on the ceiling from money getting is nothing I stand on top of my paper and probably get a concussion I know the...
[Hook]
[Verse 3] Remember that little apartment, we was laughing at Martin Now the Martin's the aft and the one we passing is ??? And proper tags with bargains, the card is black what I'm charging Grind out of this world, I'm chasing ground like a Martian A hustler that really ball, your purchase is pretty small Your money is minimal, my crib is a mini mall And if it ain't really large, my bidness gon' get resolved I feel like they fake and the boys is fighting for pennies dog
Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler Gotta keep my hustle up Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler You know that I hustle for the M-O-N-ey M-O-N-ey M-O-N-ey M-O-N-ey I ain't even gotta say why (say why baby) She asked me why I'm missing and I (I'm out on the grind) Cause the reason is that I'm on my grind
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