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Hustlin Mf
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Past 7 Days
Hustlin Mf was discovered most frequently at around 10 seconds into the song during the past week

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Lyrics

(Zaychello, you made this?)
Yeah
Okay
Hustlin' motherfucker (yeah)
I'm gon' make some shake, I'll show you how to turn nothin' to somethin' (okay)
I got racks stacked up for rainy days, it ain't always sunny (that way)
Give a fuck about your attitude, go get you some money (okay, cool)
**** love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (that's fucked up)
Talkin' 'bout pop out, make 'em hate this shit, **** mad they blew it (that's a lie)
I took losses back to back, you don't see me cryin' 'bout this shit (uh-huh)
Ay, I been had to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag' with Tris (yeah)
Double cup filled up with syrup (yeah), hit the block and hug the curb (yeah)
Gotta keep my glizzy tucked (yeah), poor-ass **** linkin' up (linkin' up)
Need to link up with the bank (yeah), put some racks inside your pocket (that's some racks)
Take a trip, tryna find a plug (yeah), fuck 'round, ran into the socket (yeah)
1350 for Balenci' (uh-huh), uou won't see me in some klonies (hell nah)
Got nothin' but walk in with a gun (uh), these lil' **** fried bologna (that's fried)
These lil' **** nothin' but grits, bad bitch, she bone throwin' fits (yeah)
Fresh as fuck every time you see me (uh-huh), I been stayin' awake for rich (yeah)
I done broke the money counter, my bankroll be extra sloppy (okay)
Neighbors bitchin' 'bout the traffic, got The block hot like a trackie (that's hot)
He a doorman, he a runner, he ain't never seen a boss (Uh-huh)
****, you down on your dick, why you worried 'bout a opp? (Okay)
Hustlin' motherfucker (yeah)
I'm gon' make some shake, I'll show you how to turn nothin' to somethin' (okay)
I got racks stacked up for rainy days, it ain't always sunny (that way)
Give a fuck about your attitude, go get you some money (okay, cool)
**** love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (that's fucked up)
Talkin' 'bout pop out, make 'em hate this shit, **** mad they blew it (that's a lie)
I took losses back to back, you don't see me cryin' 'bout this shit (uh-huh)
Ay, I been had to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag' with Tris (yeah)
Written by: Bally Baby
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