Hustle & Flow (feat. KamKloud9)

Get money, driving fast You ain't get into it, then I'm on your ass

Bitches lie, **** too You ain't grinding with your brother, I can't

Fuck with you Get money, driving fast

You ain't get into it, then I'm on your ass Bitches lie, **** too

You ain't grinding with your brother, I can't fuck with you

Can't fuck with **** that be playing two sides

Ain't no shit my boy, that's why she got her tubes tied

You be wasting time, just stay out the way All this money in my pockets, think I'm getting

Boy, there's rocks to hold it dirty like it's Golden State

I ain't stopping till I'm chilling at the Golden Gate

Me and all my **** smoke a bottle, zip a date

But he got a secret, he been sleeping with his cake

Get in with me, baby, cause I'm boss man When I get inside that pussy, girl, I ain't

Playing Bitch, we tweak the fuck, rolling off for

Two cents From the back, I make it clap like it's two

Hands Get money, driving fast

You ain't get into it, then I'm on your ass Bitches lie, **** too

You ain't grinding with your brother, I can't fuck with you

Get money, driving fast You ain't get into it, then I'm on your ass

Bitches lie, **** too You ain't grinding with your brother, I can't

Fuck with you Shout it what you think, shout it what you

Want Must not know about where I'm from, cause we

Bring the funk What you know about them wolfers rattling

In the trunk? What you know about that hoe that made you

Fall in love? What you know about that winter heat and

Hot summers? Cannon painting woody wheels, playing Chad

Butler Mike Jones, big X, can't forget sauce

See this shit atop my earth, don't know what it cost

Bitches say I like him, cause he's so trim Fuddy **** with no motion, shit, it get grim

I told that bitch before, baby, look, I'm him

What they pronouns, I don't know, but I like them

Get money, driving fast You ain't get into it, then I'm on your ass

Bitches lie, **** too You ain't grinding with your brother, I can't

Fuck with you Get money, driving fast

You ain't get into it, then I'm on your ass Bitches lie, **** too

You ain't grinding with your brother, I can't fuck with you

I said I'm tired of these snake ass, fake ass, dumb bitches

Back in March, oh, a couple hoes, at least a few stitches

I won't argue with these broads no more They scared, shitless, wear all that heat

You had It would really pique my interest

I don't falter with my loyalty, go try it somewhere else

They won't show up for me, so I had to show up for myself

Had to remind them why they'll never be considered top shelf

Couldn't reach it, can't compete it, couldn't even ask me for help

Yeah, I'm over all the anger, honestly, I'm disappointed

Thought y'all banged the shit, you pop it Y'all too prissy, how annoying

I'm a different type of animal, rare breed, I'm so alluring

They don't make enough, my meat from coast to coast can't be imported

I move fast, way too vicious, pass you up in just a blink

Real bitches hard to come by, shit, we bout to go extinct

Don't give a damn about what y'all think I'm a dreamer, but I ain't sleep

Keep my vision to myself, I live too lucid for that seat

And I can't rock with no hoe, I can't let you drive the boat

I don't trust where your mouth's been, I don't know what might come out

I don't know what you about, you fall for dick, you fall for clout

If you get lost up in the mix, it's not my job to pull you out

Grow up, read a book or something, get a hobby, learn how to dance

You look sick, bitch, lost sleep over somebody, man

Having us kids, but I can't help to pay for your rent

Let's talk priorities, you should not be my biggest fan