Dont make this complicated (dont make it!)
My old school candy painted (for real!)
I hustle hard
When I come through theyre like Oh my God! (THAT NIGGA CLEAN!)

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From the beginning it was written I suppose
I break a whole into 36 Os - and move it
Im a hustler baby (can you dig it?)
Im a hustler baby
My mind on the money I aint trippin on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes - but dig it
Im a hustler baby (can you dig it?)
Im a hustler baby

Yeah!
I come through I have the hoes like Ooh-wee
Seats in the old school Louie
The shoes and the belt buckle Louie
We dont need more details now do we?
Let em sag my swag is True Religion
You gon need Cartier frames to see my vision
It smells like Creed mixed with weed this is classy and hood
Drama llama time nigga whats good?
Dominos muhf*cker its time to collect
Stack paper like Im tryin to fix the national debt
Im just doin what I wanna do I trip through your set
This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit

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Get on my level bitch Im careful who I kick it with
We talk marketin distribution and politics
Got a chip on my shoulder chip off the ol block
I sell a chip off a whole rock $10 a pop
Im a magnet a bitch cant help but watch me
Socks drawers undershirt Versace Versace Versace
Designer threads in every form of fashion
I express myself so the question Im askin
Is this flip or the next flip tailor fit the shit
We aint promised tomorrow a nigga gone and get the shit
That skull and bones that Alexander McQueen thing
In case you aint noticed its a Queens thing

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OHHH! Its cold out here
Its my kind of weather Im cold-blooded
Its 50 when I come through you see me in a Suburban
In this bullet-proof bomb-proof leather six whatever
When I go hard I go hard
When I dont want you to see me I switch it up
Im in that black-on-black Porsche Panamera
In the back like ooh-wee we rollin
I hustle man its what I do man
What a nigga gon what a nigga gon try to tell me?
How to do this?