Again

Aye, aye. Aye Ok, ok, ok, ok Aye, yeah, uh, woo (p-P-P-Lo time to bring the bass back) Aye, aye, aye Hop out, do my dance on a bitch Freak hoe from the back when I hit (when I hit) I'm a stand-up guy, never sit OG told me win it's never quit (never quit) Since then, I've been a man on a mission (on a mission) Hey, free the dogs out of prison (dogs) You ain't talking bout no racks and I'm missing Feeling like I'm Master P with no limit I'm really getting to the bag, oh I'm cozy (I'm cozy) Aye, phone locked 'cause she nosy (she nosy) Aye I don't want a piece, I want the whole thing Mac pulled up with pack smoked the OZ See me out in public, make a hoe freeze Big stepping now one do it both feet Know they want me gone, watch him closely Up like, it's nosebleeds up like it's no sleep Woke up, straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again) Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again) Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again Woke up, straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again) Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again) Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again Euh I'm excited about my income (I'm excited about my income) My life is real it's not a sitcom (my life is real it's not a sitcom) No more selling swift boy on a recon (no more selling swift boy on a recon) I'm a fixter not a peon (I'm a fixter, not a peon) They call me Charlie Hustle (they call me Charlie Hustle) I'm all about my bubble (I'm all about my bubble) I'll beat you with my knuckles (I'll beat you with my knuckles) If you don't stay up out my huddle When people ask me what I've been doing, I'm living the dream Used to serve my yadda wet fresh up off the DG bean (DG bean?) Don't play with the scorpio 'cause I sting I tune you up and make you cry, make you look like that Jordan meme (Jordan meme?) Woke up (woke up) straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (shit again) Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (shit again) Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (shit again) Woke up, got straight to it (got straight to it) Running to the bag like I'm late to it (late to it) Got so much drive, I need brake fluid (fact) These niggas don't do it like the bay do it (sheesh) I'ma get the bag or die trying (sheesh) You ain't got a bag boy, you lying (sheesh) Bitch, I'm 'bout a bag like I'm DB Fucking 'round in the lab like I'm DeeDee Me and my pops built this like woodshop The brakes went out, I wish I could stop I ain't no mechanic but I make the hood pop Came from the bottom, I need some good top We been on the grind all weekend Deep in flow water nigga the deep end We been them corna and let it swang No rag no set I'm with the gang Woke up, straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again) Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again Woke up, straight to the bag Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again