Jay Lucci - Hustled for It Lyrics

Yea I hustle for it

Yea I hustle for it

With some bands in my sweat pants

You hatters out here hating on the next man

Yea I hustle for it

Yea I hustle for it

With some bands in my sweat pants

You hatters out here hating on the next man



I swaging I'm sharpe as a dagger my hitta

(My hitta)

My bitches be badder than children

You feel me my pistol right here on my lap

You pussy can't hear you you whispering bih

Im steering the wheel on leather

(On leather)

I'm steering towards a million

(A million)

Let's get it I'm getting this cheddar I'm getting this money

F*ck if you hating bitch I'm on vacation

You talking bout money then I'm on my way

I'm talking about money that I then put up

Man Talk about money or talk about nothing

You talk about war and we talk about guns

Im talking bout cars when I start it go rawww

I'm rawer than pawn adults in the bed

Oral sex that's raw for real

Boy we next so hold your chest and heart attack like Fred Sanford

Inferred air Jordan in the game like ea sports

And then I land at the airport in Miami at the resort

Bitches tanning in the sun a ocean view from my room f*ck trump

Roll up and I walk on the beach

Then n***** is slipping like bowling lanes

And me I'm up like forgers coffee

Like a folder I get paper

Eyes close like a binder cause blowing Marijuana with a Nice bitch and her hair to he behind

On point You Want to know how I got it



Yea I hustle for it

Yea I hustle for it

With some bands in my sweat pants

You hatters out here hating on the next man

Yea I hustle for it

Yea I hustle for it

With some bands in my sweat pants

You hatters out here hating on the next man





A legend just listen to what I be saying

The sitting and we going get it

We gone get it flip it spend it spend it n**** tryna win

I be with my hittas and some good looking woman

I probably got 6's or my yeezy 350's

I'm spitting that Christmas gift because I'm gifted

Pushing and it's tinted

Kushy in my system

Some cookies in a hemp

No rookie I'm a vet

I played hookie to trap

That's all day that's all facts

Man I want all that

Yea with my dog ass

Come from New Orleans bird shit garage your paint

Heard shit I'm no rat

If I purge hit a bank

On them percs getting Head on them percs getting head

And I will not change like a sofa

And if I'm in pain you wouldn't notice

And this is the game that I chose yea

Bitches drank and clothing

Twisting up with my eyes closed with a pistol and a iPhone

Ima live it up until my time up

I'm home look what I got and of course





Yea I hustle for it

Yea I hustle for it

With some bands in my sweat pants

You hatters out here hating on the next man

Yea I hustle for it

Yea I hustle for it

With some bands in my sweat pants

You hatters out here hating on the next man